Katsuki Bakugou would do anything for money. Anything. I mean, he was a prostitute after all. He'd even helplessly bottom for someone if they payed him enough. And someone had done just this, payed enough. Katsuki was chatting with his boss about skills and techniques he could use in his field to earn more cash, when his boss brought up a good idea. "Take requests. Fill whatever need your client asks." He had said. Katsuki reluctantly agreed, he was kind of nervous to be taken advantage of in such an extreme way. After this was advertised with smutty posters around the club, Katsuki was already getting requests. He'd dish out the occasional blowjob for the first few clients, but nothing too crazy. The worst he'd done so far was a teacher/student roleplay type scenario. It wasn't too kinky. Not yet at least.

Katsuki had just finished up a performance when a very specific request was sent in. He found a note taped to the door of his dressing room and he quirked an eyebrow. He read it silently and his face flushed. It read: 'Dear Ground Zero, I was recently informed that you're taking requests and I have a fantasy that I'm not able to fill myself. I left the objects along with an outfit in your dressing room. I'll see you at six in VIP room number three. Love, (Y/C/N)'

Katsuki's interests were somewhat peaked. He wondered what objects or outfit he'd have to comply to. On his bench he found a package along with a suit and pants nicely dry cleaned and still in the bags. What's the point of dry cleaning something if it's just gonna get fucked up? Katsuki thought to himself. He looked up at the clock. Five thirty. He sliced open the package and gulped. He was going to need some serious assistance. Luckily his coworker Uravity had just finished up her routine and had an hour before her next show. Katsuki threw on the clothes and grabbed the package under his arm, heading off to her room. 

After a brief explanation, she agreed to help him out. She was a bit bubbly about the whole thing. That's what people loved about her, Katsuki assumed. She seemed so innocent, yet she was one of the dirtiest and most sexual dancers the club had to offer. People ate that stuff up like it was cocaine, which also seemed to be abundant here. She led him into the room and helped set up the intricate knotwork, along with an aptiable position for Katsuki. "Well, I hope you have fun!" She said, before patting him on the head. "Bye, Zero!" the brunette said, before skipping out of the room. 

Not even five minutes later, Katsuki heard the door to the room open. Katsuki turned his head around to look at who was going to be at the will of. There stood a male leaning in the doorframe, a smirk wrapped around his face. "You look amazing, Ground Zero.." he purred. Katsuki narrowed his eyes, this dude looked like an ass. He uttered out a, "Wish I could say the same about you.." but it was muffled by the gag around his mouth.

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