The Wolf

Mitch had been sitting alone in the back of the club.  The only glass on the table was the glass of ice water he was currently drinking.  His eyes had moved around but no one had caught his attention and he had every intention of taking someone back to his room that night.  He had seen the man around before but he had always been busy or looked done for the night.  The club was pretty empty but Mitch hadn’t cared.  “In particular no, other than not to be alone?”  He looked up when the man had spoken and smiled at him.

“She was so drunk I’m not sure she could even see straight to be honest” Brax laughed. “Oh you think so, huh? Well, I guess we’ll never know because escorting is not for me”

“Oh, I see. She made the right decision,” he said, laughing. “Definitely. I mean, it’s not for everyone, but I think that’s a shame. You’re truly missing out - and so are all of them.” 

Sofia grinned, he had a point, it was very rare for her to actually play the good little girl, she failed to see the point when she got so much more being bad. “I can if that’s what you want.” she teased, her voice lowering to a seductive whispered. The smirk on her face grew at his comment about bed, she was fine not making it to the bedroom, that meant passion and hopefully something a little rougher. “As long as we make it to a closed room I don’t care, after all, we can’t get caught breaking any rules.” she teased, sipping her drink slowly. “But if you’d rather fuck me against a wall until I scream your name i’m okay with that as well.” 

“I definitely don’t want that. Not from you,” Grayson replied with a smile that matched hers. He was always amused when someone could keep up with him, which is exactly what the bartender was doing, even more then he predicted. “Rules, rules,” he muttered with a shrug, standing up from the barstool as he finished the glass of wine in his hand. “Come to my room between eleven and midnight tomorrow night. Make sure no one sees you and I’ll make sure that happens.”

His attention towards the stripper had long since dissipated, and Tobias found himself swallowing back some of his drink before answering Grayson. The suave aura the man emitted almost made him nervous. “Tobias, but you can call me Toby.”

“Toby?” Grayson repeated with a smirk, wanting to see how it sounded coming out of his mouth. “Well it’s definitely my pleasure to meet you, Toby. May I ask, what brings you here?”

“Never have truer words been spoken.” She laughed softly. “Well then. I believe I stand corrected. You’ll have to prove it to me sometime.”

“Why sometime? Why not tonight?” Grayson purred as he gave the woman a playful look. 

Finn was almost excited at the idea. Having someone cater to his every need for once instead of the other way around. “T-That does sound nice actually. I mean I haven’t had someone actually look after me in quite some time and well- I hope your reputation is correct. I hope you’re as good as they say.”

“I have a reputation, do I?” Grayson mused with a laugh, knowing perfectly well that in all his time at the club something was bound to have formed. “Of course I am, sweets. You tell me when and where this little activity will take place and I’ll be there. Just tell me in advance so I have lots of time to prepare.”

“Oh yeah?” Finn asked, raising an eyebrow. “What’s it going to cost me, sir?” he allowed a smirk to form onto his lips as he slowly batted his eyes. “I’m good in almost every department, just ask my fellow clients.”

Grayson kept his smirk, fighting back the urge to smile excitedly at the simple pet name, having always been a fan of that word. For being so new to it all the boy was good, and Grayson wondered if he was doing it all intentionally. “Nothing, sweets,” he replied back simply. “It would be all about you remember? Someone needing to take care of you. Let’s say, it’s a gift, from one working man to an other.”

“Well I’m pretty sure I don’t prefer the younger ones either.” Finn blushed, looking up at Grayson. “I prefer the ones with more experience, after all sometimes I enjoy being taken care of. I usually wind up taking care of others which I guess is okay.”

“You’re speaking my language, sweets. If you ever need a lesson or two, you’re welcome to stop by my room from time to time,” he purred, unable to hide his attraction towards the other male. “I might be able to help you feel a little more.. taken care of.”

“Since you flatter me so perfectly, I might take your advice. It is a beautiful name, just a mouthful.” She smiled. “No one wants to call out Anastasia in the heat of the moment. Ana just seemed easier.” She shrugged, a smirk toying at the corner of her lips.” 

“A mouthful has never been something I believe to be a bad thing,” he teased. “I beg to differ. Moaning out something like that in the heat of the moment only makes a beautiful moment that much better.”

Theo gave a grin at the compliment and tilted his head back to face Grayson. ‘’Careful, handsome, you’ll make me blush,’’ he joked with a raise of his eyebrows and a glance down at himself. ‘’Not like I could hide it either.’’ He gave a hum of acknowledgement. ‘’Quiet night in just you, a bubble bath, and a good book then?’’ he teased, eyebrows raising again expectantly. 

“We both know it doesn’t take much for me to make you blush, Theo,” Grayson teased with a smile. The smiled turned into a laugh when he too looked down at what the male was wearing. “Oh god no. Do you really think I read alone at home?” he mused lightly. “Sorr to wreck that image, sweets, but that is the last thing I’d do on my night off.”

“Foget you, what nonsense are you speaking now.” she teased as she curled up into him, relaxing. “Not at all, you’ll notice you’ve been given clients who tip better, I believe a thank you is in order.” she teased with a wink. “Yes, but I like it, it keeps my busy.” she said with a shrug as she nuzzled his shoulder, yawning a bit, all the work she was doing lately was catching up to her. “Well why don’t you take the rest of the night off, we could disappear for a bit and relax?” she suggested with a smile as she looked up. “If I recall, we still have a season of friends to finish.” 

Grayson’s smile widened as the blonde relaxed in next to him. “Oh that was you? And here I was thinking I was just that good at my job,” he teased, laughing with her. “Sweetheart, I know you like being busy, but sometimes doing nothing is good too.” At her idea Grayson’s eyes flicked up again. He knew there was no point in him hanging around if he wasn’t going to work, and yet there was still hope that his client would return. Knowing that was stupid, Grayson ran his hand along Alex’s arm. “You’re just trying to get me in your bed again,” he teased, “But yeah, if the boss is saying take the night off, I don’t really think I can say no, can I?”

“So fresh?” Finn asked, chuckling to himself. He never understood the terms in this industry, especially since he had just started. “Oh no, it’s quite fun now actually. I enjoy the orgasms I get.” Shrugging softly, he thought back to his first night which also happened to be the first time he bottomed. “Male.”

“Yes, sweets. But don’t take it as a bad thing. Clients always seem to love the younger, less touched fruit just a little bit more,” there was a hint of sour in his voice that quickly washed away, “Except for me, of course. But then, I’m pretty sure I was made to do this job.” Grayson took pride in his work whereas some of the other escorts did not. “Good. That’s good to hear. As long as you’re remembering to have fun.”

Anna made herself comfortable in the seat next to him, watching his demeanor carefully, sussing out what made him tick. After all, if she couldn’t. Who could? “Lightwood. Anastasia. But please refrain from calling me miss, ma’am or any manner of terms for that matter… unless in the bedroom.” She smirked, brushing the hair back from her face. “Makes me feel old. Anna will suffice I’m sure.”

Grayson’s smirk reappeared at the mention of the bedroom. “I’ll make sure to take note of that,” he purred, turning his full attention towards the beautiful woman. “Anastasia is a beautiful name, Anna. Why not use that? There’s plenty of Anna’s running around, but not once have I met an Anastasia here in New York.. until now.”