Hottest Flower Boy
“You need help, babe?” A girl you knew passively proposed when she saw you struggling to spread your brand new body glitter down your legs. Smiling in relief at her offer, you gave a small thanks before handing her the bottle and stood upright for easier access, allowing her to properly apply the lotion evenly across your skin.
“There you go.” She gave you a playful slap to your ass when she was done.
Turning around, you both studied how the light reflected off of your skin in the mirror while occasionally shifting around to see the how iridescent the product actually was.
Being a stripper, or a performer as you would like to prefer, meant that you constantly had to keep up with appearances. This meant flawless skin, hair, makeup, anything to sell the fantasy to the guys that come in the club willing to spend their money dry for some attention.
Aside from the hefty pocket full of ones that you leave with every morning, it wasn’t a particularly glamorous job. Rather most times, it was physically and mentally strenuous. Dancing for hours on end on those gravity defying heels left you with a bit of bruises and muscle strain on a particularly busy nights. Not to mention the general perverts and constantly having to deal with customers that had too much to drink took a bit of toll on your state of health.
However it’s nothing a couple thousand Jenny couldn’t fix.
Originally you were in it to pay off your student loans. Being a fresh graduate out of university meant you learned the hard way of finding just how competitive and painfully insufficient opportunities were out there. Learning through the grapevine that the nightclubs in the city pays pretty well, you quickly applied yourself to the new environment of the red-light district and the turbulent nights.
In a week, you were completely enthralled by it all. The fast life, the neon lights blinding your vision, the growing zeroes on your bank account. You had not only paid off your loans in just a shy of a year working here, but you had also just paid off your car you’d bought under your name a month ago. Now you were currently working on paying off your mortgage on a high rise apartment located in the heart of the city.
With your luck in financial prosperity, sometimes you couldn’t help that this was just too good to be true. But you quickly learned that just like every other job, there were times where it was just unbearable.
Through the heavy bass of the music reverberating through the walls that reached to the main dressing room, you could hear the sudden chaos that ensued in the club with ease. It wasn’t until you heard a small set of explosives set off did you and couple other girls came running to the backstage door to investigate the commotion.
“Go get your fucking dog.” The girl that was previously working on the floor spat out your name venomously, pushing your shoulder acerbically as she hurried her gait backstage. You didn’t take it personally, instead you were left agape once you saw the state of being. Her beautiful red locks frizzed and burnt from what looks like a spontaneous combustion, like someone tried to set her hair on fire. Her face and front was also smudged in charcoal like debris, ruining her expensive outfit and makeup.
This was definitely no accident, this was deliberate.
Her friend closer to her social circle came rushing in after her, undoubtedly to comfort her shaking sobs that could be heard from the other side of the bathroom door.
It wasn’t until you turned your face towards the entrance did you saw the one responsible for creating such an entrance.
Head tilted back in playful laughter, Genthru clutched his sides while his friends howled at his latest cruel practical joke. The manager, as much as he was fuming when he carelessly threw the Jennys in his face, silently picked up the highest number bills off of the floor and disappeared into his office.
This was one of the things you loathed in a workplace like this, where the disrespect can be bought. Every fibre of your being was lit in animosity whenever guys like these come in. Where they could do anything they please because they’re untouchable with their stacks of dirty money. Guys who genuinely believed that they’re the next Phantom Troupe, like they really think they won’t either end up dead sooner or later or get caught by the law.
Familiar set of piercing blue eyes caught your deer-like ones, his chesire grin relaxing into a sultry pull before a cock of his head leading to the VIP room gestured for you to obediently follow.
Unfortunately for you, this particular man was your regular.
In this industry, having a returning customer was a financial benefit for everybody. The economics of the business would remain reliable, your income would stay stable and thus the club will thrive. And though Genthru would spend a considerable amount on you with a consistent purchase of a private dance along with two of the most expensive bottles the club offers, sometimes it just wasn’t enough to deal with his crap for the rest of the night.
“Hey! Looking good Finn, been laying off the beer?” he callously placed a hand on the bodyguard’s shoulder while he glared at the boisterous man behind his black shades, already used to his infuriating antics. And though the guard could easily overpower him in a physical sense with his bulky eight foot frame against Genthru’s lean and lithe stature, he kept his professionalism, aware of his strange “Nen” powers that could set off a severe detonation should you let him get close to you.
It was a power you were also aware of, making your time spent with him quite taxing on your nerves. You’ve seen his “Little Flowers” first hand when you wouldn’t stop dancing for another guy. It took a lot of pleading for him to compose himself and let go of the man’s terrified face from his hand. You took a mental note of his domineering personality when you spent that early morning cleaning up the destroyed pieces of light fixtures in the club.
The heavy door closed in the second you entered, trapping you with the blond man who took his seat in the middle of the room with such familiarity.
Genthru reclined back on the round velvet couch, cockily spreading his legs all the while keeping his gaze fixed upon your face that twisted in disapproval.
“Come on, I spend all this fucking money on you and you can’t even give me a smile?” Though his choice of words were sharp, they still carried an air of playfulness. “Come in, princess. Let’s be professional about this.”
You rolled your eyes but nevertheless advanced towards him, throwing one of your legs over his hips, straddling him in the process. The curl of his lips widened as he eased up on the feel of your skin against him, twirling your own hips as he watched languidly behind his silver glasses.
“What did you do now, Genthru?” you murmured whilst keeping your sultry pace, ignoring the green stack he had ready at his disposal.
Now it was his turn to roll his eyes to the back of his head before lazily returning it back to you. “It was just a joke-“ You scoffed at his half-assed defence. “Don’t look at me like that. If it makes you feel better she was trying to steal your man away from you.”
“You mean my usual Friday pay check.” You quipped back.
It was no secret that Genthru was your regular, and it wasn’t a secret either he could blow a couple hundred thousand in just one night. Still, that didn’t make it right for him to set fire on the girl’s hair, even if he was a generous patron to the establishment.
“What can I say? I’m a loyal man,” he chuckles airily. You disregarded his arrogant demeanour and turned around instead, not wishing to see his smug face raking his eyes all over your body.
“Aww are you mad right now?” His fingers ghosted your naked sides while one of his hands parted your hair to one side, brushing his mouth over your shoulder and neck before resting his chin against it. “Did I piss off my princess again?” Genthru whispered, sending light breaths that tickled the side of your ear.
“I’m sorry, baby.” Though his saccharine coated apology held no vestige of accountability for his actions, he continued to repeat it as if it would appease you.
Genthru hummed when you ran your fingers through his gelled up hair, trying to forget that through the hazed atmosphere of the red lit room Genthru was just another customer and not the incorrigible man you knew too well.
“What are you doing here?” He breathed, reaching his hands towards your face but you naturally pulled away to stand sensually before him. Genthru’s initial pinched expression conveyed his annoyance at the loss of contact. Nonetheless, he forced himself to relax back as he rested his arms on top of the couch, trying to appreciate the view instead.
“I just like to dance,” you sighed in reply.
Not this conversation again. Every time he comes in, he always had to bring up the fact that you weren’t the kind of girl he would find working the pole.
Whatever that means.
His brows raised in disbelief. “That’s it? You just like to dance?” He parroted back. You paid no heed to his scepticism and just hummed in confirmation, slowly pulling your top down to give him a tease of what’s underneath before letting it go only to cover it once again.
Genthru smirked in cynicism all the while sliding his fingers through his hair and rested his head back. “Then let me take you home and you can dance your heart out.”
“It’s not the same.”
“Why? Because of the money?” Your lack of reply unfortunately didn’t stop his endeavours. “You know I’m a wealthy man, think of a price and I’ll meet it five times.”
His annoying prattle halted when you revealed your tits from the confines of your silky top.
“No,” you shook your head innocently down at him and Genthru couldn’t find it in himself to be offended.
Taking out the neglected Jenny out of his pocket, he threw the bills around you, appreciating the view in silent ardour.
Genthru would never admit himself, but he would crawl on his knees just to have you on his bed for even just one night. It’s no brainer that he thinks you’re the prettiest bunch out of these girls, and though his infatuation with you would primarily seemed to be of a purely physical attraction, there was a reason why he couldn’t leave you alone. There was just something sweet about you that he would love to do nothing more than to corrupt.
Though he couldn’t praise you enough in his mind, he absolutely despised the fact that you work here out of all places. The idea that you bared your body to another man that wasn’t him had his blood boiling in rage. It vehemently disgusted him to the fact that he had Sub and Bara watch over to make sure no other man approached you.
Money came to him easily through his thoroughly executed plans. Just like others in this dog eat dog world he had to hustle to make it to the top, and he was willing to step over dead bodies to do whatever it takes. However he had to admit defeat that you had him work overtime for your attention.
Though he was well versed in the field of psychology, he couldn’t fake a façade in front of you. Genthru wasn’t immune to the characteristics that make a man. Every time he’s with you, he finds himself acting brand new. Showing out just to get you to lay your eyes on him.
While you were lost in your own daze, Genthru wordlessly snaked his arms around your hips from the back and pulled you close to his chest. Shocked at his sudden proximity, you turned to abruptly pull away but he had you at a relentless grip.
You grow nervous at his sudden forward behaviour towards you. Genthru had spent countless of nights with you but he had never once acted towards his own desires before. While also knowing the capabilities of his wrath, you couldn’t help but tense like a deer in the headlights as he looked at you the way predator would to its prey.
His tall frame easily towered over your smaller stature, locking you in with his dark stare.
“Tell me what you want.” He murmured out your name, pushing you against the wall, allowing him to explore his long hands as he admired your body closely before searching for your eyes once again. “Isn’t it about time you give me a chance?”
“Genthru-“
“I really have to bend over backwards just to make you mine, do I?” Not paying attention to the futile efforts of you pushing him away, he easily closed the distance between by imposing his lips on top of yours. He made quick work of your clenched fists across your chest and pried your arms open to forcibly wrap it around his waist.
His kiss was harsh and needy, biting your lips when you wouldn’t cooperate to his sly invitations from his tongue. You clenched his dress shirt so tightly you must’ve torn the fabric slightly from your nails. With your head forced back and arms completely incapacitated under his hold, you just hoped that your session with him was nearing the end so Finn could finally rid him from you.
His hot kisses trailed blazingly from your lips to your neck, creating red and angry marks with each spot he claimed all the while keeping a tight hold on you.
“Genthru please-“ you pleaded hopelessly. When he bit a particularly sensitive area between your neck and shoulder you held in a yelp, trying desperately to deny him the satisfaction of your reactions. “You’re hurting me.”
“Then hurt me back.”
At this point you felt your eyes sting from the oncoming tears behind your eyes. Watching him above you relishing in the sight of your helpless state, taking joy from the fact that he had you under his mercy.
By the time his hands wondered down to your flimsy panty, a series of thunderous explosions from outside shook the very room you were in. You could feel the wave of the blast even in the most secure area of the building, feeling the surge of energy release and travel through your body unpleasantly whilst the world around you spun and tremble weakly.
Distant screams snapped you from your reverie as you immediately pushed him away. Genthru seemed to have been preoccupied by the violent detonation that he made the mistake of letting you slip under him.
“Finn!” you screamed out in desperation, not caring the fact that you were almost naked. Running towards the double sided door and pulled it open haphazardly only to let go of the handle when you saw what was behind. The bodyguard’s body fell aimlessly against the wooden barrier, dragging it open with his heavy body as he lay lifelessly on the floor.
Blood pooled the carpet from his body from his side. His shoulder was completely torn right off as if someone had planted a detonation there, pieces of him against the walls a testament to his cause of death. Half of his face remained intact and even then the charred edges and open wounds rendered him unrecognisable to you.
Your body ran cold when you had realised what he and his friends had done. Through the dark hallway you could already see the severity of the casualty, glimpses of several more dead bodies on the floor and faceless figures trampling over the newly deceased had you frozen in place. You couldn’t bring yourself to run like the others, not when the perpetrator had his arm draped around you carelessly.
Genthru sucked in his teeth at the macabre sight, seemingly unaffected by the sight of a man writhing on the ground struggling to breathe through his deformed airways.
“That’s my bad, I didn’t mean to botch your death.” He briefly squatted down as if he could hear him better if he was closer. “We’re good right, Finn?”
He took the momentarily pause as yes before getting up once again. “Yeah, we’re good.”
Glancing down at your shivering from, Genthru affectionately wiped your tears away from your face, mocking the gestures of comfort.
“Now you know the extent of my patience.” You felt the weight of his words along with his long jacket around your body while he attentively covered your nudity. “And I know you know I’ve been pretty serious about you for a long time now right, princess? Been talking about bringing you home and all that shit.”
“And it’s just not nice of you to treat me like I’m some other bitch that crawls in this decrepit hole.” In the distance you saw two figures stalking closer to you from the hallway.
“So perk up, baby. I paid far too much for you to be crying right now.”
