sex on fire

"Oh trust me, this does not feel like an obligation at all", Sebastian winked, a smirk forming on his lips as he pulled the client close. Leaning in, he paused for a moment as their lips were nearly touching, breathing in the other's scent before pressing his lips on Oliver's, humming as he kissed the blonde deeply, passion and lust evident in the way his tongue played with the other's.

The strip club wasn’t River’s usual stomping grounds here at the resort; but, curiosity killed the cat and he figured he’d stop in for once to see what all the hubbub was about. However, the dancer that currently inhabited the stage was making it clear to River exactly why he might need to start spending more time at Sapphire. He was putting on quite the show, to say the least, and he’d garnered River’s undivided attention in doing so. The sexual energy emitting from the dancer was practically palpable and it was having an undeniable effect on River. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from him. And surely the look in his eyes probably gave way to all of the dirty thoughts that were running through his mind. 

So, he was hardly surprised that after locking eyes with River, the dancer started making his way towards him. River’s lustful gaze followed the other’s every move as he approached him, continuing to shamelessly ogle at him. As Sebastian lowered himself onto his lap, his hands gravitated towards the dancer’s hips, keeping a firm hold on them as he danced on his lap. “Well, I have to say that you made it nearly impossible to focus on anything but you. You’re quite mesmerizing,” River answered honestly. “I know I couldn’t have been the only one staring, but it’s nice to know I grabbed your attention like you grabbed mine.”

The dancer knew very well that the strip club was more of a departure from most clients' regular lives than the rest of the Haus. Most of the place allowed for enough of an illusion of class and sophistication that one could almost forget they were at a brothel. But Sapphire? The sex and carnal pleasure was on full display here, there was no room for shame or inhibition. Some men took a while to overcome the inner hesitation and step into the place, but Sebastian was always read to give them a warm welcome and a good show. Especially to those who looked as gorgeous as this one. Tall, dark, handsome, and clearly receiving the sexual energy he exuded quite willingly.

The slow, erotic beats of seductive tunes filled his ears, the bass sending vibrations through the dancer’s body as he rolled his hips, his nearly naked frame moving to the rhythm. The lighting low and sultry, yet still highlighting the stage in a way that perfectly showed off every curve, every bare inch of skin and every bit still covered up as Sebastian danced in basically his underwear. Putting on a show for the crowd, but certainly not an act. Whenever he stripped, he aimed to seduce, but there was no lie in his eyes as they gleamed with lust and carnal desire - he was indeed feeling particularly lecherous tonight.

LOCATION: Reception Desk Open to all

Kyros fingers flipped the flyer he had been given upon arrival – names and faces alongside contacts in he ever sought to find company with one of the members of the staff of the Haus. Credit had to be given: they surely did hire gorgeous individuals that would most likely keep him company whenever he so requested them. Men of exquisite beauty, all working under the King’s guidance to fulfill any and all desires a client would have. As far as luxurious brothels went and company – the Haus was without much of a doubt – unrivaled when it came to providing a response to a man’s desires, whatever these would be. The lawyer folded the flyer neatly and slipped it into the inside pocket of his suit jacket, his attention turning towards the man behind the marble counter that was nothing more than smiles and little bows. “I would like to have my bags delivered to my room if that is possible.” Not only he had no idea where his room was ( he had the card key but the geography of the Haus eluded him ) but carrying two bags was definitely not a part of his plan. “Would you kindly provide me with the assistance I require?” Anyone. It didn’t matter – anything was better than to find himself lost somewhere along the long hallways of the kingdom. “Thank you in advance.”

Sebastian felt like the Haus had been oddly quiet lately - too quiet for his own tastes, for many reasons. It was like the calm before a storm, as if something was brewing behind the scenes, something he couldn’t quite grasp and was kept out of the loop of. The dancer did not enjoy to be unprepared for whatever was coming. Besides, with the holidays keeping many of his favorite regulars busy away from the brothel, Sebastian was left with way too much time to spend with himself and his thoughts. Memories. Ghosts of his past haunting him as usual around this time of year. Except they felt eerily close this time, making him uneasy. And all the more grateful when he was summoned to the reception. To greet a new client, at that. It made sense that he’d get assigned to tasks like that; few people knew the Haus as well as Sebastian, even with all the changes and renovations the Kings had done. “Welcome to the Haus of Perses, Sir”, the brunette spoke calmly as he entered the reception area and approached the man with the bags; well, evidently the place had kept up its standards, as this guy was very much attractive and exuding a certain elitism. “My name is Sebastian. Consider me your welcoming committee”, he introduced himself with a smile, reaching out to shake the client’s hand. “Would you like me to show you to your room?”, Sebastian offered, prepared to carry the other man’s baggage if needed, though he wouldn’t mind leaving that task to somebody else either. “Or would you prefer a tour of the Haus first? There’s much to see. If there’s anywhere in particular you’re curious about... just ask away. I’m here to satisfy all of your curiosities.”

Thomas’ eyes were solemnly on Sebastian. On the way, his body reacted to the faintest of touches. It was a good thing to make the staff member aware of why he was summoned. That way – he would know that either he impressed or he went down in flames. Perhaps other staff members wouldn’t be so lucky to know that they were being evaluated. He didn’t want them to pull their A-Game once in a one-trick pony moment while laying flat on their back for the other clients. Sebastian was a special case. He had been there longer and he knew how things worked. And he had a reputation to keep him shielded from most comments. That’s why he needed the added pressure. To know that no matter how good others thought he was – that meant shit when it came to him and Alexander. They needed to make sure that the people they hired were the best for the job. Lazy workers or those that lacked the necessary experience to be au pair with the top staff members… would pay the price. They weren’t exactly running a fucking charity there. His fingers tapped the vibrator as Sebastian clenched hard around the intrusion – his body reacting in all the way it was supposed to react. He could feel the buzzing rushing through his body so there was no doubt in his mind that so did Sebastian. And to be penetrated raw with the vibrator was not a pleasant sensation… but it was what it was. Some clients wouldn’t give a fair warning and they would just fuck their holes until they were satisfied. Not everyone craved the boyfriend experience. “You clearly have a way with words – so I don’t need to check up on that.” Sebastian also had the looks and the charisma to keep everyone entertained and wanting him. Brainwashing all those sheep. In a way, Thomas was almost impressed. Perhaps that was why he hoped Sebastian would meet his standards and not fail this little test. If the staff wanted to be cocky – he should at least show him why he was cocky. It was not cockiness if one was realistic and knew their own worth.

“Now…” The vibrator was pushed in deep. Inch by inch until it was fully lodged inside Sebastian, making the staff member feel his body trembling in response. But that wasn’t all. The flogger was twisted and spun at the King’s hand – smacking one cheek and then the other – leaving red marks against that flawless bubble butt. Thomas did like to see some marks on a person’s body. Not permanent ones, of course… but he did enjoy seeing the skin turn red before returning to its original state. “This should be easy for you.” With his free hand, Thomas pulled the vibrator halfway before increasing the speed on which it would work, playfully spanking Sebastian’s ass once more with the flogger – and this time a little bit harder. “I want for you to make me want to fuck your brains out. So…” Lips curled into a devious smirk as he brushed the leather tendrils of the flogger down Sebastian’s spine. “Fuck yourself on the toy. I want to see how that ass works. Maybe it will be impressive enough for me to fuck you alongside it.”

He certainly appreciated being made aware of the situation and what was at stake, but in the end, it didn’t truly make that much of a difference other than putting extra pressure onto Sebastian’s shoulders. Would he have put in any less effort if he didn’t know his job was literally on the line here? He liked to believe the answer was no. His job was pretty much his entire life’s purpose at this point, and while the dancer didn’t consider himself highly skilled in many conventional things, being a performer at Sapphire and a whore at the Haus were his calling and passion, and he always tried to give his A game, whether the client was some random newcomer or the ower of the Haus himself. But of course, while he liked to believe the pressure of the situation didn’t change much in regards to his efforts, one thing that definitely did help was just how damn hot Thomas King was. An arrogant prick, maybe, but one that could back up his big talk. Sebastian had been a whore long enough to know that not every client could be his type. Certainly he was much hornier than he was picky, but over the years there had definitely been times when he’d had to do his job and just fake his excitement for some random client’s lousy job of fucking him. While he didn’t mind that type of performance, his job was so much easier when he actually was being aroused... And Thomas certainly had him turned on for real.

Indeed, the sensations of the vibrator buzzing inside him were intense, especially with the friction from the lack of lube, his hole clenching so damn tightly around the toy that had entered him dry. No matter how much Sebastian’s masochistic side had developed over the years, and how much he now got pleasure from the way some clients would be rough and ruthless like that - the burning was there nonetheless. If this was an indication of how things would continue to go down, the dancer knew he’d be sore as hell afterwards. Worth it? Maybe. But only if he managed to impress Thomas and pass this little test of his.

Noel was more than happy to let Sebastian’s fingers explore, hoping the man found the firm muscles of his torso to his liking.  He matched the man’s smirk and brightened his smile at the man’s words.  What were the odds of running into an immediate coworker at his first party?  “Well, I guess it really is my lucky day, running into a hot guy that I work with that closely.”  He grinned and nodded.  “Oh, It would be my delight to join  you on that stage.”

Sebastian was most certainly enjoying what he could feel, getting him even more eager than before to find out exactly what was hidden under that toga sooner rather than later. And finding out that Noel was a fellow dancer got him curious to find out about the other man’s moves, both on the dancefloor and under the sheets. “It must be both of our lucky days”, he agreed, a smirk showing in the corner of his lips. “Good. I do hope to be working... very closely with you”; he purred teasingly.

Thank you for keeping me entertained while I'm working. I've made it no secret that your moves are pretty captivating when you're out there on the dance floor. Surprised I'm able to keep my mind on the job most of the time watching the way you roll them hips and jiggle that ass. Next time we coordinate a night off together, I want a private show. Or maybe you can come and distract me from my job a bit more up close an personal?

Kane

Sebastian had been a gogo dancer and a stripper long enough to develop a sixth sense for a few things - including the very specific feeling of money as it was being stuck between his ass cheeks. He didn't need to turn around to know whatever had been slid into his underwear just now as paper, not dollars. Yet he still continued to dance unfazed, smirking to himself and only retrieving the note as he stepped off stage, unfolding it after collecting all the other tips the audience had slipped him during the performance. The dancer's eyes glistened as he couldn't hold back a pleased grin upon reading Kane's words. There was no denying he'd often intentionally shake his ass in the security guy's direction whenever he saw him on shift. He could tell the other was always enjoying the show, and Sebastian made sure to put in extra effort as a reward each time. Oh, he'd come distract him alright. He and his ass were going to make sure Kane was distracted enough to cause a serious security breach.

Whores were just toys made of flesh. Their purpose was to please and get paid for the smallest of tasks. A random little slut on a street corner would charge ten dollars for a blowjob – desperately seeking money to either feed the baby they had left at home, to pay for their vices, or whatever other need required cash for. The difference between a hole to fuck in a sleazy motel or the back seat of a car to the Haus… was the category in which these sluts were in. They were high-class escorts, selected amongst hundreds to have a better quality of work. They satisfied all sorts of men. Politicians, Doctors, Lawyers… what they did with their share of the money was hardly any of Thomas’ care. What mattered to him was having the job done and done perfectly. Anything less than flawless would be considered a failure – and there was no room for failures when it came to the Haus. The Blackwell had once been the rulers of that business but there were two new Kings there. Everyone would be judged. Everyone would have their jobs on the line. No one was safe from getting fired on the spot. The time for complacency was over. For too long those whores had believe to be safe. Well – the fun time was over. Thomas barely even moved as Sebastian walked past him now wearing nothing but his jockstrap and nipple clamps, choosing to focus his attention on the vibrator he now held in his hand alongside the flogger. This did not mean that he would fuck Sebastian. This only meant that he was willing to give that particular staff a chance to show his worth. The dancer had already proven to be a master at stealing people’s attention with his moves at the opening party. There was not a soul alive that had witnessed the show that would forget him anytime soon. But were the dance moves all he knew to do? Were ensnarling people and making them hard the only party trick? Or would Sebastian be able to put his mouth where his money was and actually be capable of going the extra mile? They had their jobs… but they were still whores nonetheless. Whores hired by either this or the previous owners. Too many riff-raff around and it was about time that both he and Alexander would check for themselves who exactly was worthy of keeping. Quantity over quality, as one would say. So Thomas bid his time. He waited for what felt like minutes before standing up from the chair and walking towards the bed where Sebastian was doing everything he was told.

“You talked a big game at the party, Sebastian.” Thomas took step after step towards the staff, only stopping when his bulge was brushing against the bare ass of the staff. He wanted the other man to feel him. To know what was in store if he succeeded while keeping in mind what was to happen if he failed. “I do not know if you managed to make a lasting impression on my brother as well…” With a dismissive glance towards the vibrator, Thomas turned it on and the buzzing sound echoed around the playroom as nothing but silence fell between them. “You are good – I can tell you that much. You make all those pathetic sheep crave you. They would spend rivers of money just to have a fraction of your time. But is that mere publicity?” Thomas inhaled as he brought the vibrator close to the staff member, brushing the buzzing object against the muscled ring without pushing it inside the staff. “I’d hate it if that was the case. You are actually quite easy in the eyes.” It was a part of the plan to toy with one’s insecurities. To pull their ego down several notches so that they would come to realize – that they never had any power there. Only the illusion of it. “I truly wish you prove me wrong, Sebastian.” The vibrator was pushed inside the other man without preparation – raw and without any hint of lube. Not deep enough to be fully in Sebastian, but just enough to see his greedy hole clench around it. “Will you prove me wrong? Will you show me you have what it takes to stay…?”

Thomas wasn’t the only one looking down on sex workers like that. In a way, Sebastian didn’t really care either way if people looked at whores like him as anything but toys; what mattered to him was his own self-worth, and that’s what the job provided to him. At the end of the day, he provided a service like any other, and he was damn good at it. To him, there was no reason why he should feel less proud than a salesperson providing people with the car or house of their dreams, or even a doctor who took care of their physical health and needs. Sure, the needs he satisfied were maybe a bit more taboo to speak about openly in society than most, but he was nonetheless proud of the job he did - and of how far he had come. He’d been one of those ten dollar whores at a street corner, basically. He’d started so low when he first left his family home behind. And now... He wasn’t rich like he used to, nowhere near what his parents had. But he had a fine life, and truly he didn’t care if all those politicians, lawyers and doctors saw him as anything but a worthless whore - in the end, it was him who made their toes curl in ecstasy and their eyes roll back in pleasure as they dumped their loads inside him.

In a way, it made sense that the Kings would put all their employees to the test. As much as Sebastian had been craving to prove himself regardless, it wouldn’t have been surprising to him that his colleagues would need to go through similar procedures, not even to particularly impress the owners but even just to merely meet the standard required to not lose their job. The truth was: He didn’t particularly care. At the end of the day, it even was fair that everybody would have to prove their worth; but either way, Sebastian was purely focused right now on his own tests, trials and tribulations. Biting his lip as he was bent over the bed, waiting for Thomas to make a move, knowing that the torture of waiting without knowing what to expect was part of it all.

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The singular fuck that left the other’s lips as he smacked his ass told Malachi everything he needed to know about Sebastian - or, at least, everything he needed to know if he hadn’t already known it. The boy was a slut, that was for sure, but he was also a little bit of a masochist, enjoying the way it felt to be treated like you were lesser than someone else. And while it had taken Malachi awhile to be able to put Sebastian into his place, to show him who was really in charge, at the end of the day… the sex that they had? It was by far some of the hottest ever. And it was why Sebastian was one of his favorites.

Though, really, he wouldn’t say that to Sebastian. There was no way he’d want to inflate the dancer’s ego even more.

Still, though, as the other purred out a ‘yes, master’, Malachi could only curl an eyebrow up. It was said in a tone that was less submissive and more teasing, telling him that perhaps he needed to be a little rougher with the boy. And while he could hear a couple of screams coming from deeper within the cornmaze - and one from near the entrance, by the sounds of it - he decided to instead focus on the man in front of him. His hand moved to grab Sebastian by the back of his neck, pushing his face further into his crotch. “You like that, boy? Like the scent of a real man?”

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Sebastian was well aware that Malachi knew him quite well - at least compared to how superficial most of the dancer’s ‘acquaintances’ were. Most barely scratched at the surface or even bothered to look deeper. And yet, he didn’t have anything to hide. At least not when it came to how his kinks and fantasies worked. Yes, there absolutely was somewhat of a masochist hidden under the bratty surface. Anybody could be a slut, as Sebastian liked to say; however, to truly thrive in this job over many years like he had, it was necessary to embrace the whore. At the end of the day, one had to enjoy being a toy. An expensive toy, surely, but still a prized possession, rented by men like Malachi. If he didn’t enjoy being put in his place, having clients like this treat him like the whore he was... Sebastian wouldn’t have lasted in this line of work.