Chapter Four:

Damien laid in his makeshift bed, staring up at the ceiling. He had been looking for jobs all week and still nothing, and now it was Friday. He’d been here for almost a full week and he was already out of food and everything else he needed.

“Damien!” a loud knock followed a moment later, startling him from his doze, Damien sat up, knowing that Derek was there to take him to his second job. The knock sounded again, this time impatient.

“Hurry up you! I’ve brought a change of clothes. Opening the damn door!” Derek pounded again and Damien sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes and popping his neck before going to the door.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” he said, opening the door a bit to let Derek slip inside.

“If we’re late ‘cause of you, I’m gonna be mad.” Derek hissed, dropping a shirt and pants into Damien’s open arms.

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” Damien muttered, shutting the door and moving towards the back bedroom. He saw Derek sit down on the worn out sofa and he cringed. He needed a job desperately so he could get food and new furniture for the place. He stumbled into the back room, his hand flying out to look for the light switch.

“Ugh! I can’t find it!” He said, shaking his head and stumbling back out into the living room. “Fine, I’ll change out here. Hope you don’t mind,” he told Derek before stripping quickly. He could feel Derek’s eyes on him as he pulled his shirt over his head and he could feel himself blushing.

“Hurry. You take forever,” Derek said as Damien pulled the new shirt over his head and yanked on the new pair of pants.

“I’m hurrying. Sheesh, give me a minute to change, fuck-face.” Damien said the first part towards Derek then muttered the rest under his breath. Pulling the belt from his jeans, he put it on the new pair of pants, the slacks caressing his legs with its silky smoothness.

“Come on. We’ve 50 minutes to get there and it’s a 45 minute bus ride there.” Derek said, grabbing Damien’s wrist and dragging him after him. Damien managed to close and lock the door behind them before Derek was dragging him down the stairs and out to a bus stop.

“Why are you hurrying so fast? It’ll only be eight by time we get there.” Damien said, straightening up and running his hands over the shirt to smooth out the wrinkles.

“There’s a reason why I leave so early,” Derek said, his hands suddenly on Damien’s chest, smoothing out the rest of the wrinkles he didn’t catch. “It’s a club, too, so you have to look your best.” Derek said, checking his own appearance.

“A club?”

“Yeah, a night club. Or, I should say, a gentlemen’s club.”

“And you work there?!”

“Duh, obviously.”

“H-How?” “Uh, I went looking for a job and the guy found me,” Derek said, shrugging his shoulders and turning his back towards Damien as the bus pulled up. “Just don’t worry. You’re good looking so you’ll be fine.” He said, ushering Damien onto the bus and paying their fare.

“Did you say what I think you just said?” Damien asked, cocking his head sideways towards Derek.

“Yes, you did.” Derek said, picking a seat and sitting down. Damien followed, sitting down on the tiny seat. He shivered as he felt his leg pushing against Derek’s and he blushed.

“Why did you say that?” he asked Derek quietly, leaning close so no one else heard him.

“Because it’s true,” Derek replied back, leaning back against the plastic seat and putting his arm behind Damien’s shoulders. “I wouldn’t recruit just anyone for this job. It’s the best of the best. You got to look good, act proper and you make good money in a night.”

“How much is “good money”?” Damien asked, cocking his head sideways to hear his reply.

“Well, I’ve been there for seven months, and even on my first night, I believe I made either 1 grand or close to a grand my first night.” Derek said, doing his “thinking really hard” look.

“Holy shit!” Damien exclaimed loudly, earning looks from the other passengers. Derek motioned for him to calm down.

“I know, just do what the boss man says and you’ll get money.” Derek said, pulling out his phone and messaging someone. “Just, don’t smart off to anyone either. Some of the guys there are a little.. Er..” he stopped, thinking again. “Some of the guys are a little frisky and they’ll do anything to touch your ass.”

“What?!” Damien exclaimed, turning in the seat, his right leg up in Derek’s lap, his hands bunched up in Derek’s shirt.

“Yeah, it’s a gentlemen club. What do you think I do?” Derek asked, pushing his fingers off and smoothing out the bunched up fabric.

“I don’t know.. Maybe something that has women there?” Damien smarted back, folding his arms across his chest and pouting.

“You’re a cutie when you pout!” Derek chuckled, staring at Damien.

“Huh?”

“Nothing, nothing. Don’t worry about it.” Derek said quickly, waving his hands. Damien’s eyes were still wide as they came to a bus stop after so long. “Ah, we’re here! Today was a shorter ride than normal!” Derek said suddenly, standing up and dragging Damien up after him.

“All right, all right! I’m coming, I’m coming!” He exclaimed, halfway jogging after Derek as he got off the bus. When he stepped off, he could see that this part of town was the better part for sure. A little off to his right he could see a neon sign screaming “Candy Cotton”. He could see an assortment of guys walk in and out of the club.

“Is that it?” he asked Derek only to find Derek going into the place he was asking about. “Hey, wait up!” He shouted after Derek, then ran after him and collided into his back when Derek suddenly stopped.

“He’s with me. Marc wanted me to bring him in tonight.” Derek told the bouncer at the door and he nodded, letting them pass. From outside where they stood, Damien could feel the club music thumping all the way outside and it sent a shiver up his spine when he could feel Derek’s back pressed against his chest.

“Come on!” Derek had to shout a bit, then grabbed his hand and pulled him after him. “I’ll take ya to Marc first, then you’ll come back to me for costume.” Derek said loudly, trying to be heard over the noise. Damien nodded, clinging to Derek’s hand tightly as they wove through the crowd.

“How long will it take?” Damien shouted.

“About 10 minutes if he likes you. If not, he’ll tell you to go home. But dude, I told him about your looks and such and he likes the image he got of you.” Derek said, turning to his left suddenly and pulling Damien into a quieter part of the club.

“Trust me, Marc likes you. It’ll take ten minutes to get you started.” Derek said, squeezing Damien’s shoulder and smiling. “This way,” he said, pulling him up the stairs that were behind him.

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Ten minutes later Damien stepped out, a wad of a hundred dollars in his pocket and found Derek standing, waiting for him. He blushed, seeing Derek gazing at him like a piece of meat.

“Told you it wouldn’t take long.” He said, a big smirk on his face. Damien nodded, patting his pants pocket. “Marc gives all the newbies a hundred dollars. Even if they don’t stay, it’s his way of trying to help.” Damien nodded and Derek motioned for him to follow him.

“I’m a little tipsy already since you’ve gone in there. My regular came up tonight and bought me my favorite drink.” he told Damien, smiling as he led him into another room. “This is my “changing room” sort of speak. You can change in here. I’ve some clothes that’ll fit you. You can change in here, I don’t mind.” Derek said, shutting the door and finding a new pair of clothes.

Damien nodded and caught the clothes and started undressing. He could once again feel Derek’s eyes roaming over his body and he shivered, enjoying the idea of Derek coming closer. A moment later, as he tugged on the new shirt, he saw a flash of movement and then Derek had him pinned against the wall.

“Oh!” Damien exclaimed, feeling Derek’s lips find his and crush their velvet touch to his. He gasped, feeling Derek’s fingers trail up and down his arms, his kissing getting a bit more fierce and demanding.

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Author's Note: Hello fellow readers! I HOPE you enjoy this chapter! Finally, after chapter 4, there's a bit of action! Woot!^.^