Hope arrived at the club fifteen minutes before the first customer and no longer had time to eat, but simply ran into the staff room, grabbed his clothes from the red locker and ran to change.

It took him three minutes to put on his underwear, red robe, put in his lenses and gel his hair, the next five minutes he stood at the mirror and stared at his reflection. Hope breathed deeply, trying to silence, to lock his thoughts away, but they fiercely resisted, breaking free again and again, defeating his futile attempts to hold them in:

"Surely he didn't recognize me... he couldn't have!  But what if he comes to the Club again?... Just thinking about it makes me want to die!... What should I tell him? How should I behave?... How shameful... disgusting... vile... vile I am... "

He continued to breathe and, remembering Grandpa's admonition, began to calm himself down:

"Pull yourself together, Hope! Nothing's happened yet. Today...now...you're grounded!' (*Inhale, exhale*)... Red will handle everything! And tomorrow... aaaaaaah... because there's bound to be a tomorrow... I'll have to go to school and meet him again!.. How will he react if he recognizes me... Will he be sick of looking me in the eye and being around a fallen person like me?..."

Hope could not control his emotions.

He decided to calm himself down by another method and began practicing on an imaginary opponent the techniques of hand-to-hand combat according to his grandpa's method, delivering quick and accurate blows with his feet and hands alternately:

"Nose, groin, ribs, shin, caddy... Nose, groin, ribs, shin, caddy..."

After a couple minutes, Hope calmed down and gave way to Red. 

When he came out of the bathroom, adjusting his robe and hair as he went, there were four people sitting in the room, Blue and Orange on the couch, Green in his usual pose on the table, Violet on the white carpet by the small table, munching away at the food from the container, and when he saw Red, he started talking with his mouth full:

"You ate? We finally have a new menu!"

"Bae...that's disgusting, Violet! Don't talk with your mouth full! Everything's flying in different directions! Look! Shit up the carpet!....." - Orange was indignant in his high-pitched voice. голосом.

Blue laughed, but Green only sighed, stretched sexily, and, winking at Red, began to speak in a sweet voice:

«"I see you're in a bad mood today, rose. Your cheeks are red and your movements are abrupt... just got to work and you're already wound up... has someone already pissed you off outside the Clubhouse?"

"It's all fine," Red replied coldly and made his way to the kitchen to get a bottle of water.

At this time the door opened and, attracting the attention of those present with a clap of his hands, Norman entered the room and began to speak, and with such rapidity as if his life depended on the number of words spoken per minute:

"Flowers, we have a new addition! Meet our new baby Indigo! For him and for you once again we will quickly and briefly run through the rules of the Club! Hurry, as your bees are already in place," a neat figure emerged from behind the boss and Norman, patting her on the shoulder, continued:

"Firstly, it is Club policy that you are required to keep your personal details confidential from clients and colleagues, to address each other by your working nicknames;

Secondly, you are obliged to fully meet the needs of the client unless they contradict cl. X of the contract... everyone knows this point perfectly well, I won't repeat it... to please him with words and actions... ahem... at this point I will pause: Green, initiative is good, but don't overdo it, please! Then you have to listen to them complain about the intensity of your actions..."

"Don't swear, Daddy!... Oh, man... masochistic Green-addicts! They come back for more!" - Green stood up for himself in his frantically sexy way, while gently rubbing his green robe with his hand, occasionally pulling it up slightly by the corner, exposing his thighs.

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"Ha ha... and you can't argue with that!... Let's get on with it! Everything that happens in the Club is kept private outside the Club! Everyone must have heard about Mrs. Makoto's anger by now, so don't make any mistakes you can't handle!" - While Norman repeated the club's rules for the hundredth time, Red studied the newcomer.

Height just over 180 cm (5'9"), body slim and pumped, espresso-colored hair, short haircut, rather handsome face with smooth features and dark eyes... wandering and studying everything around from people to interior objects... as suddenly those two not at all kind black pools met Red's eyes... Indigo smiled a crooked smile, but the look was cold and hungry at the same time.

"I don't like you!" - Red thought.

He'd always relied on his first instincts when he met a person, and they rarely failed him. The newcomer smelled cold and even a little dangerous.

"Remember, boys: satisfied and happy clients are a key indicator of the Club's success!" - Daddy finished the last admonition in unison with Orange and Blue.

"Haha, glad you've memorized that! Now quickly to your rooms!... Indigo, we'll talk to you later. You have clients from 8pm today," Norman spoke as he walked towards the door and then turned around, letting the boys go forward and stopped Red who was the last one out with his hand:

"You're late tonight and haven't eaten. Since we have a new menu, your coworkers didn't order delivery as usual and ate everything. But I managed to save two containers for you, so I put them in the fridge. Eat when you're free. That's it, go!"

Red took a couple steps and stopped and turned around:

"Norman, who's in today?"

"What? What's wrong with you?! You don't usually ask?!" - the man was puzzled.

The guy was silent but continued to stand still, so Norman took pity:

"If you want to know, I'll tell you. Yesterday's hog squeezed in without a line, blowing a lot of money for you. By the way, I was busy yesterday and didn't check on you after meeting him. What do you think of him? Seems quite harmless and no one needs a rich boar."

"Ordinary...I see," Red didn't want to share his thoughts on the client with his boss.

Finding out who would be his first for the day relaxed him a bit. It didn't matter to the guy now what kind of client, the important thing was not Lion. He walked his eleven steps quickly, as he was already lingering. There were no thoughts, no feelings shut off, just the body...

"There you are, sweetie! You're late. Hurry up to get undressed and get over here!" - Hog sat on the bed already naked and pointed to the spot on the floor next to him.

Red took off his robe.

"Panties too!" - Devouring the young lad's body with his eyes, the hog wheezed.

Hope's whole being fell into a dark abyss after those words, but Red took control, and smiling, calmly removed his underwear and approached the man.

The client stood up and started moving around the beautiful body, leading his fingers over it: "You can't bite... and you can't leave hickeys... hmmm... what can you do then?!... you're so handsome mmmmm... I think - I'll lick you from head to toe like a candy... ha-ha-ha" and the man didn't delay and started to fulfill his words.

His thick, slobbery and rough tongue started at his ear and quickly moved to the guy's neck who stood there without moving, then suddenly... the hog moved to his lips... it was disgusting... Red didn't respond and almost didn't breathe as the nasty tongue tooled around in his mouth and pushed his tongue from side to side.

"Mmmm... how sweet!" - the man moaned, moving to the firm white breast, and when he was done with it, he began to move down lower.

Fifteen minutes later, there wasn't a single untouched spot on Red's body, except for his feet.

The hog licked every part of it, not forgetting his beautiful cock. Not a muscle in Red's body moved from these actions. There was no arousal, only disgust.

After the hog's tongue, returning to Red's mouth, ended its disgusting journey with a savory sound, he announced hoarsely:

"How nice. I think we'll call it a day. You're not the only one to enjoy, sweetie! Now let's repeat yesterday's general cleanup of my appetizing oasis... ha ha ha ha... I loved it! But you have less time... Well as far as you're a professional - you should be able to handle it! ha-ha-ha-ha..."

The guy in red was disgusted by everything, both the laughter and the fat bastard's words, but Red continued to keep his composure. He did his job again, meeting the deadline... the hog again moaned hoarsely and loudly and showered him with "compliments", after which the guy got dressed and promptly left the room.

"Hurry... get rid of this filth... wash away this stench... and one more step through this black mire will be behind us," Red thought as he ran into the Staff Room and headed for the bathroom.

But the door was locked... The guy turned around and was about to pop out again into the hallway to go through the door on the left where another bathroom was located, but he was suddenly called out:

"Red, huh? What's your hurry? Let's talk! I want to know something..." - it was a smiling Indigo, sitting at a table and sipping something from a blue mug.

"...," the taste of bitter semen in his mouth made vomit come to his throat, so Red didn't answer anything, turned away and continued in the direction he wanted to go.

He was glad this room was free, locked up and rushed to the shower, the first thing he did was get rid of the nasty slop in his mouth. The guy couldn't feel the warm jets of water, he scooped up liquid soap over and over again and scrubbed his body with a stiff washcloth as if it had a layer of fuel oil on it. After his skin was red and squeaky, Red calmed down and went to the sink to scrub his mouth with the brush.

When he was done with cleaning his body and was put back together, the clock on the wall showed 7:45 pm...the next customer in 15 minutes. Walking into the break room, he walked straight to the refrigerator, pulled out a container of food and put it to warm up in the microwave.

"You look like a ruby! You decided to go completely red as a sign of loyalty to the Club! You want to butter up the leadership like that?... ha ha," Red only now noticed Green sitting in his favorite seat, left his questions unanswered, only looked at him with a heavy look.

"Is he always this quiet?... still waters run deep, as they say...," was Indigo's voice from the side of the couch.

"Hoh... you're annoying with your questions and inappropriate comments, in half an hour in the same room with you I've grown to hate the color blue!" - it was the first time Red had ever seen Green serious.

Red looked around the room, there were no other coworkers, apparently they had been booked for two or three hours.

The Pad Thai with rice noodles and chicken breast looked appetizing, but now he couldn't get a bite into his mouth, so he just sat there picking at the food with his chopsticks, concentrating on dividing the meat and noodles into separate piles.

(From the author:.Pad Thai is a classic Thai dish of fried rice noodles with vegetables and flavorful sauce)

"I'm new! That's why there's a wagon and a small cartload of questions... be lenient, colleagues!" - Indigo's words were followed by a loud sigh from Green, and he didn't comment on it, but almost whispered to Red:

"Hey kid, I've been meaning to tell you for a long time... if you need help, I'll give you some advice... I've already seen a lot in my twenties..." - he paused, as he realized that he had almost spilled personal information, and continued, winking meaningfully at Red: "By the time I'm my age, I've made TWENTY-EIGHT conclusions for myself, and I'll tell you a couple of them: beyond the comfort zone, the most interesting things begin! And... death is the only situation where you can't change anything... what are you doing here?" - the last phrase was meant for Indigo, who approached them, listening..

"Just here for water," the guy in blue said, making his way to the refrigerator.

Green shook his head and turned to Red, "Do you understand me, tomato?"

"Thanks...I'll keep that in mind...," the listener's eyes warmed.

"Okay, is everyone ready? Out!" - Norman walked into the room.

Green, smiling, strode toward the hallway with a dancing gait. Behind him came out, stepping firmly, Indigo.

Red took his time, "Who?"

"Who? A client?! Oh, I see... The one who's been coming to see you twice a week since your first day here. He seems to like you very much... He asked for two hours, I explained to him that only with your consent. If you give him at least 1.5, he'll be happy... Hehe," Norman said, tapping the guy on the shoulder encouragingly.

"Okay...," Red said very quietly, but Daddy heard him and noted for himself the atypical behavior of the guy in red.

"11, 10, 9...where is it - my comfort zone?..life has long since taken me out of it...even at school I don't feel secure anymore...can you really call this interesting!!!.I'm not interested in any of this at all...5, 4...is it possible to change anything about my situation!!!!  Time will tell...1...I'm shutting down," Hope pondered over Green's words as he slowly walked towards the door he hated.

Red entered the red room and saw his regular VIP guest, a pleasant man of about twenty-five with a bob haircut and a good athletic build. He always spoke to Red respectfully, sometimes flirting with him and being gentle.

"Hello, Khun Amon!" - greeted the guy, as already on the first day of their acquaintance the client had introduced himself and gave his name as he left.

Red folded his hands as a sign of respect and came closer. Today the client smelled of alcohol and something else that Red did not immediately recognize.

The man smiled a slightly sad smile and said softly: "I missed you..."

Red walked over and gently stroked the client's cheek, then moved his warm hands lower and rubbed the nipples on his chest, knowing that Amon liked it that way.

"Can you open up to me more today? I want you so badly! Why can't you?" - Red was being coaxed by the drunken man, and the guy at those words was both greatly surprised - "Can't?" and panicked at the same time.

It was because he had been working at this Club for almost two months now and not once had any of the customers had anal sex with him, Red hadn't questioned the management, just taking it as a blessing.

"Why aren't you saying anything!!!!... Get on the bed!" - Amon became unhinged himself after the silence he heard in response and began to speak harshly.

"Move on! Against the wall!" - The client's eyes glared.

"Yes, Khun..." - Red did as the man wanted, seeing the overly abrupt transformation and fearing to anger him even more.

Amon pulled the towel off his waist and knelt in front of Red, thus the still unerected cock was in front of the guy's face, who didn't wait for instructions and started licking and sucking the head, in parallel gently squeezing the two round shaved balls with one hand and keeping the other on the buttocks of the man standing in front of him. At the moment it was not disgusting for him, as the client was familiar to him and did not cause a feeling of disgust.

And suddenly...

Amon's movements became sharp, his cock became very excited and filled his mouth with its size, he grabbed his head with both hands and began to move further and further into his throat.

Red's body stiffened, he tried to push the man away with his hands, to signal with his eyes that he was in pain and couldn't breathe, but the man only clamped down harder on Red and didn't respond to his pleading gaze.

"Ah... okay... you're teasing me with your innocent eyes... ugh... It's all contrived, right? Have you opened up to anyone here yet?... Why not to me... ah... why not to me?.. ah... why?... Don't you know how I feel about you?" - The client was almost out and back in again entering sharply and hard into the guy's mouth, and hissing words Red didn't understand.

The thrusts were getting more and more fierce, Amon lingering his rod in the throat of the guy in red more and more often.

"What's going on?...why is there so much hate in his eyes...I can't take it anymore...I want to breathe...I can't handle it! I'm scared!" - Tears continuously flowed down Red's cheeks, he began to panic while not making a sound.

The heavy and angry movements continued, and Red drowned more and more in a sense of hopelessness...his body stiffened, he was short of breath and the room started to dissolve....

The client realized Red had passed out and pulled his cock out.

"You haven't satisfied me yet!" - Having said that, Amon laid the unconscious guy on the bed and started pulling off his robe.

"What a sexy panties... but we won't need them!" - The client undressed Red completely, spread his long blond legs and lay on top of him with his whole body.

"Ah... such smooth skin... How handsome you are... why can't I fuck you?! Everyone is allowed, but you're not... What are the rules in this trashy place! Your tender ass is all mine now! I'll be gentle with you, don't worry..." - Amon spoke, leaving red hickey marks on the guy's neck and chest.

He licked his finger and penetrated the tight hole with it and marveled, "So tight... Are you a virgin, baby?!... Now I'll fix that! I'm going to take my time!" and started making smooth movements with his hand. Red didn't move.

At that moment, the door swung open with force....

Red's consciousness began to slowly clear, but he had not yet opened his eyes. Norman's voice was heard next to him, speaking apparently to someone on the phone, whispering and with an apologetic tone:

"...sorry, Hia! I'm always on the lookout, but I didn't realize right away what was going on... yes, this was a regular customer, a proven one... I couldn't even imagine this happening! Hope didn't make any noise or ask for help... I only realized when this stoned and tipsy bastard started talking... I was dealing with the new guy at the time and didn't check... sorry... do you want me to handle it or do you want to handle it yourself?... yes, Hia! Okay, I'll send you the info on him....sorry again Hia!...he's with me...he hasn't come to his senses yet...the local doctor is upstairs cleaning up the aftermath of the fight...waiting for him...take your time Hia, drive slower! I'll take care of him!"

"Something happened?... So that's what he smelled like... Does he know my real name? Who is he talking to? How did he know what the client in the room was talking about? Is it bugged?" - A string of questions ran through Red's mind, demanding answers.

When Norman finished speaking, Red tried to open his eyes but couldn't because of the bright light. Blinking a little, he squinted and looked around. It was a large room with a window, unlike the rooms in the Club he had to work in. Perpendicular to the window was a large dark wood desk with a laptop and a pile of papers on it, a huge closet with books and files against the wall, a door in the corner, apparently to the bathroom, a couple of white leather chairs, and he was lying on a long couch.

Norman sat with his back to him, holding his head.

"What happened? Where am I...?" - Red asked, getting up and wanting to ask a couple dozen more questions, but held back as he didn't yet fully understand what was going on.

Norman turned sharply and his face expressed alarm and concern.

"How do you feel? Does it hurt somewhere...?" - he missed the waking guy's words, and realizing this, continued speaking in a sad voice, "I'm sorry... you passed out while you were with a client, so I brought you here," Norman decided to leave out a couple of important points.

Images of what had happened began to flash through Red's mind, feelings came flooding in, and he began to feel uncomfortable again. But he pulled himself together, took a deep breath and visualized the birds flitting out the open window.

"I see...I feel pretty good. How's the client?" - Curbing his bitterness, the boy began to speak.

"That's good... Don't worry about the client, I've got it all sorted out. They'll be coming for you soon. The food container is in your backpack, and your backpack, stuff and cleaning supplies are here in the bathroom. You can go change," Norman spoke in a calm, normal voice now.

"Who's coming?" - Red couldn't resist asking.

"Your guardian. Go, you have fifteen minutes to pack," Norman stood up and made his way to the table.

Red hurried to the bathroom. There he undressed and looked in the mirror, his eyes widening...

"What is it? When?", - the guy saw the red marks on his neck and... started to listen to his body, "Nothing hurts... ugh... not even the taste of semen in my mouth... what happened after all?"

Red took a quick shower and as he dressed he continued to think, "Another work day at this disgusting place is behind us...should I ask Norman the questions that have been piling up?"

After getting dressed and packing his things into his backpack, Red walked out into the room, in the center of which stood...

"Grandpa, are you here? Why'd you come in? Would have waited in the car..." - the guy didn't want his dear person within the walls of this building, before he could finish he faltered, seeing the anger on the face of the man looking at him.

"Let's leave! Now!" - Troy's loud voice thundered throughout the office.

Red quickly sauntered toward the exit, "Goodbye, P'Norman!"

They got into the car, Troy immediately started the engine, jerked and lowered the handbrake sharply and tore off with determination. They drove in silence until Hope decided to speak first:

"Grandpa, I have a lot of questions...were you the one on the phone with Norman? Is he a student of yours? I don't understand a lot of things...can you explain?"

"Did you think I'd just go along with your fucking decision!!!? *Bam*... Of course I did my best! Fucking club! *Bam*... Makoto's a filthy bitch! And you're a fool! How could you take that job?! Tell me! *Bam*... I knew you couldn't survive here! From day one, my men have been by your side and they report to me! My heart bleeds!" - Troy yelled at the top of his voice and occasionally slapped the steering wheel with force.

"Now it all makes sense...thanks...I thought it was some almighty deity protecting me, but it turns out to be you, Grandpa...Thank you!" - Red saw how turned on Troy was, he put his questions aside and tried to speak slowly and with a smile, knowing how to calm the man sitting next to him..

"You!...." - Grandpa spoke menacingly pointing at Hope, but didn't say what he wanted to, sighed and already calmly continued: "I don't know how we're going to stand another ten months of your stay in this viper's hole..."

Hope realized in that moment that he wasn't the only one carrying this heavy weight on his shoulders... and this man sitting next to him was his only family he could confidently rely on.

The boy smiled and said: "Grandpa, how about we make mom's favorite dessert when we get there?"

"You mean Tao So?" - Troy responded.

"Uh-huh. She'll love it..."