Pretty boys with wicked smiles.

“I need to come up with an event so amazing that people forget about being scared and want to go. Either that or start searching for a new job”

“C’mon now, don’t start with all that talk about skipping out on your job. We’re all struggling right now. But it’s gonna be alright. We just all gotta work together to drag one another out of this....and use that brilliant mind of yours.”

“Thank you, babe,” she said as she leaned against the wall sighing deeply. She wasn’t sure why she felt so exhausted today, maybe it was the craziness leading up to the day, or the champagne, but something had her feeling like going back to her cabin and pass out. It bummed her out a little that she was feeling so unfestive this year. “I guess I am a little bit, definitely not my best year though,” she admitted, sipping more of her champagne. “You look like you’re having a blast though.”

“Not your best year? Now you gotta share what your best year was now. It’s only fair.” He insisted lightly as he folded his arms across his chest and raised his eyebrows curiously at her. He was always down for a funny or dirty story and he was guessing it could be a bit of both. “Oh yeah, total blast. Little bit single. Little bit busy with work. Little bit ready for a cocktail bucket and a dirty porno before bed.”

Gemma took another drink and gave the man a slight eye roll. “Oh I’ll eat the chocolates,” she remarked confidently. “I just don’t think there needs to be a specific day for them. I mean who needs love anyway?” she tossed her head back and laughed almost manically. “Alcohol is good!” She told him, holding out a finger and pointing in no particular direction. “Alcohol doesn’t leave you for another woman.” 

“Wow....it sounds like maybe it’s not the holiday you have a problem with, hon. Maybe that anger is channelled at someone that stomped on your heart a bit too hard and didn’t say sorry.” He was eyeing her with a mixture of concern and amusement now, unsure whether she’d burst in to tears or smash a glass. “But alcohol is also great in moderation. Maybe affection is too?”

Saraia had been hiding out most of the night, feeling sorry for herself and wanting to participate but not knowing how. After dressing up a little bit, she decided to make the best of the day and ventured down towards the masses of people. Not knowing where else to go, she found someone to order drinks from. Leaning over the bar, she tried her best to speak loud enough over the crowd, “A Shirley Temple? Please?” 

Skylar was taking a break from the festivities going on all around her. She stepped outside enjoying the fresh air, a nice change from the sexually charged energy that seemed to be everywhere. With a glass of champagne in hand, she tried her best to light a cigarette. Had she been sober she might have been able to, but she was a little tipsy and struggling with her coordination. “Hey gorgeous, do you mind giving me a hand?” she asked someone passing by.

Tyler was delighted to see that everyone was having such an amazing time. Arcadia was buzzing with the thrill of the Valentine’s Day events and everywhere he looked people were either smiling or....moaning. Both were good things. He was taking a break from the hectic activity at King’s when he was stopped by a request. “Oh you know I’m always happy to help, hon.” He chuckled as he took her lighter and cupped the end of the cigarette. After a few tries he let the flame caress the end of the cig. “There. You got it. Looks like you’re enjoying yourself.”

“I’m just saying this day is a total farce,” Gemma sighed, taking a drink from her glass. “It’s not that I’m anti-romance, I’m just anti-capitalist bullshit, y’know?” She’d had a few too many drinks at this point and stumbled a little as she stood still. “You get me right?”

Tyler laughed and eyed the woman with a slightly sceptical eye. Maybe it was a lot easier for people to simply drink through Valentine’s Day. He knew that he would definitely be doing that later when he didn’t have responsibilities. “Anti-Capitalist, huh? You’re really fighting the good cause by not indulging in a holiday of hearts and chocolates, honey.” He leant across and rested his hand in front of her, giving a small smile. “I get you though. It’s just money and effort. And apparently a lot of alcohol for some.”

All Aiden could muster up was a groan as one of his hands gripped the couch, he tried his best to not hold onto the other’s head, let him have all the control, but his hips were fighting that too. The other kept stroking the other’s cock, his thumb moving over it’s head as he pumped a bit faster. He moaned again as Tyler moved off, and he didn’t waste a second, moving down and kissing the other with a hungry kiss, “ I’m surprised you didn’t start off with that…I can take you.”

He didn’t really expect Tyler to take such good care of him. Given the man’s age and how much more mature he was than Aiden, the redhead thought he would be the other that was sucking Tyler off. Reaching back, his hand resting on the male’s side, fingers rubbing the male’s ass cheek as he kept at it, fucking the other’s mouth slowly. “ You think it’s that nice? You have a nice one too,” He muttered, his hand snaking to the other’s cock, taking it in hand and stroking it,” When I came into Kings, I didn’t think I was going to end up here.”

“The bad kind?” Wendy scoffed, “Is there such a thing as a bad dick?” She laughed, shaking her head, immediately regretting the question as she was sure Tyler would deliver one heck of an answer. “New staff is good though! It’s always exciting to get fresh faces in and see how that shakes up the dynamic… in a good way, obviously,” she said, gently nudging her shoulder into his arm. “Dollhouse is doing great. Better than ever, honestly,” Evie exaggerated, “You already know I agree with you on this. But we’ve had an influx of females guest coming to watch the shows too. And speaking of art, since I know you have a good eye, there are some body paint ideas I’ve been wanting to test out. Maybe you can help me come up with some designs?”

"Oh honey. A bad dick is the kind that doesn’t do a body justice. A dick that you don’t wanna suck or jack off. A dick that doesn’t get the job done. I’m sure you know what I mean, right? Unless you’re the lucky lady who steals all the prime cock.” He was teasing but also being honest. He’d had plenty of poor experiences that hadn’t left him feeling satisfied. “Oh obviously in a good way. And I’m always down for seeing new guys strip to show what they’ve got. It makes my night.” he was smirking slightly now but was definitely pleased to hear the Dollhouse was doing better than ever. “Ooh ladies looking at ladies. How progressive. And wait...I know I have a good eye but you want me to look at chicks covered in paint?” He dwelled. “Actually I’m in. What does the role consist of?”

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Aiden enjoyed hanging out at the Kings, meeting new people, watching the dances and listening music, it was up top with Dollhouse and Luxe, both amazing places. He got to meet Tyler, one of the managers and the two hit it off, they had some drinks and eventually Tyler invited him to the back. After relaxing on the couch and undressing some, Tyler had his lips around Aiden’s thick cock and he begged for more, fucking his hips into the other’s mouth some, “Uuf…you really know what you’re doing Ty,” Aiden groaned, trying not to hold the other’s head.

Aiden was comfortable with his body too, why wouldn’t he be? He was sure he would be okay working at the strip club, seeing people making out or having sex, Aiden wasn’t shy. His manager was in great shape, though Aiden guessed that he was older than Aiden by a few years.” You have to push through until it gets easier…it usually does,” Aiden admitted, washing his body. He blushed when Tyler mentioned his package, “ Good. I’m settling in and getting use to the place, excited to be here,” Granted, he came for the food, housing and medical care, but it was still great to be here. “ How long have you been at Arcadia for?”

The man looked familiar to Aiden. It didn’t take long to realize that it was his manager, Tyler, or Trevor, or something like that. Aiden had yet to go to work at Kings as a DJ, but he had met some of those in charge as he got use to his surrounds. Maybe the other forgot him or just didn’t notice him because he was new. Seeing his manager naked, he guessed that even the laws of relations with your boss were blurred at Arcadia. He blushed at the nickname, “ Great one…looks like you had a great one too…I’m not sure if you remember me, we met a few days ago, I’m your new DJ at Kings.”

“I bet you’d be a very rich man,” Wendy said with a light laugh, appreciative of his help. “Ahhh, you’re such a peach,” Wendy said, playfully rolling his eyes as she aimed to make her feel special. “Yes, very much so. Thank you,” Wendy took back the jar of olives and popped one into your drink. “So, how are things going at Kings? Busy, I hope.”

“Peachy keen.” He retorted with a big grin, glad to be around the woman against despite the slightly obscure circumstances. Yet, the sight of alcohol and a familiar face was enough to tell Tyler completely on any situation. “Oh the usual. Lots of dicks - the good and bad kind. Lots of people coming and going. We’ve got a couple of new staff members. How’s stuff over at your place? It’s still too straight for me. As much as I find women’s bodies stunning. You ladies are like art. Just art I wanna look at. Not touch.”

Diego was definitely a little startled. There was something so direct about this man. It was attractive as all be but it still had him on alert. His big doe eyes widened as the other spoke. A hole stuff. He’d have to remember that. Admittedly, he was a little disappointed to hear he wasn’t an escort. “Do y-you…” Diego stopped, realizing he wasn’t finished speaking. He almost apologized– knowing better than to interrupt. Those were grounds for punishment. “Diego… I’m Diego.” The second time was said with more confidence. “If you’re not an escort, what are you,” he asked, running his hand along his glass.

“Well alrighty then double Diego. I appreciate the clarification. Now I know I can’t forget.” Tyler let out a loud laugh and pulled his hand away, reaching for his own drink. He could admit that his life was pretty simple at the resort. Work was manageable. The people were mostly nice and he could get all the good food and drink he wanted. And sometimes, good dick. “Dontcha know there are more people round here than escorts? The person that poured your drink doesn’t get rented out for an easy fuck on the side, y’know? Well not officially, maybe for their own pleasure.” He took a long drink from his glad. “I’m Tyler. Assistant Manager of Kings. That’s the male strip club around here.”

Aiden had just finished with a great workout. He had ran for two miles and finished in the gym with a complete body work out. Finishing up with some push-ups, Aiden made his way to the locker room, undressing and hopping in the shower for a wash off. He was washing his hair when he heard someone entering the showers. Pouring water over his head, he pushed the wet locks back to see who it was.

Diego was nervous. So very nervous. If luck hadn’t always been on his side, he might have had hives but it was. That didn’t exactly stop the shakiness of his voice or his hand as he held onto his drink. It was the kind of whiskey he hoped would put more hair on his chest. “Uh… is there a special way I’m supposed to do this…,” he asked, hoping the other picked up on what he meant. “How do I find someone…?”

Tyler always spotted a cute guy. It was like his very senses began to prickle when there was a good looking guy nearby but what caught his attention about the guy nearby was the tremble in his disposition. “Oh honey.” Tyler began, turning his body toward the other and reaching out to hold his wrist. “There isn’t anything special about hooking up around here. Most people are down to get a hole stuffed twenty four seven and the escorts are absolutely lovely. You just have to get in contact with them.” He paused. “What’s your name?”