Some things are better forgotten.

Jairo Chavez. Thirty something. Don't ask questions you don't want to hear answers to.

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elisehqs:

“a lot of people around here take their work seriously,” she chided with a narrowed gaze, though she wasn’t sure if he was joking or not. though when he just blurted out something like that, she licked her lips a little as she leaned forward some more again. “have you ever thought that maybe it was because i was desperate? you know how rough i like it and you’re always such a tease–” she trailed off, her own lips curled into a coy smile that could match his smirk. and right now, she was in dire need of distraction. after all, he was one of the few people she ended in good terms with–they were able to dodge the bullet before it happened. with a little tilt of her head, she remarked playfully, “and just what would my poor mother think of me if i did that? she didn’t raise such a bold woman who would just ask a man to show her his room. unless the man offers first.”

“oh you know i have a lot of respect for those who handle their work with professionalism. why do you think i always admired the pretty blonde with the great tits who went out in her uniform every day? hint, it wasn’t just because of the uniform. medical, not my thing but passion....that’s my thing.” he told her in response to her chiding tone, a steady grin slipping over his lips. when she spoke again, he took in a deep breath and fixed his eyes on that coy smile before it flickered up to her eyes. “it’s not teasing if it’s what you want, el. and i can’t help that you couldn’t help yourself when i got between those perfect thighs but that’s not what we’re discussing now, is it?” he tilted his head a little and raised his eyebrows once more. toying with her was easy. “i think your mother would probably have worse thoughts about how her daughters like to be fucked but sure....we can go with that dose of old fashioned man makes the first move morality. what’s so special about a room anyway though?”

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poexnguyen:

Poe knew he was aware of what he was doing. Men like him always did. He had an air to him. She resisted overused terms like swagger, no this was confidence and attitude. A smirk that said he could care less about what any one thought but a husky tenor bordering on baritone trying to convince to do any and everything he wanted. “Chances are fleeting but opportunity means you’ve put in effort to reach your goal. Is that what you’re going now? Giving a little effort to get what you want?” Her eyes followed the movement of his hands against his thighs. Her own fingers crawled up her thigh, unknowingly pulling her dress upwards to reveal more skin. She released it when she realized. Her focus still on the man and his words. “Enthusiasm and commitment earn you more chances.” Did she agree, of course but that was for Poe to know and Jairo to wonder. She couldn’t give him the answers so easily. Noticing the way his eyes studied her legs, she smiled, “Do you see something that you like?”

“A little effort goes a very long way if you know how to apply it.” Jairo said simply as he let another slow grin spread across his lips. “And I’ve learnt on many occasions just how to apply myself to get the most out of any situation.” His eyebrows rose slightly when he saw her inch her dress up her legs. There was something so breathtaking about the female form that made another human weak for smooth thighs and perfect skin. Touchable skin with heat. When her voice caught him again, his eyes flicked up and his cheeks creased more at the outline of his lips. “Maybe it’s not so much about chances. Too much risk. I think we both know it would be guaranteed.” He raised his eyebrows challengingly and gave a stern nod of his head. He did indeed see something he liked. Sensuality and allure. “Oh I think I’d like to do more than see.”

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elisehqs:

scrunching up her nose when he just made it all up, elise let out a sigh as she shook her head. “don’t joke about that–especially when it might happen. the last thing i need here is a stripper crying because they can’t dance anymore,” the blonde stated as she unfolded her arms from the desk to lean back against her chair, though when he reminded her of that, a small smirk crossed her lips for a second as she answered, “and you would know all about that now, wouldn’t you?” they did share some pretty good times as well, but she didn’t exactly expect him to remember. “someone’s gotta do it and no one is a saint here. is that so? i can’t say i’ve ever seen the inside of one–or at least, not enough to really appreciate it.”

“jesus save the stripper that can no longer strip.” jairo mumbled as he let out a steady breath, thinking of the people he had come across in this place that moved their bodies just right. it would truly be a sad loss indeed. “i’d know a lot about that, el. i miss how your toes used to curl and you’d let out these little soft noises like you were desperate. i don’t forget.” his voice remained calm and flat, his smirk steady and his posture completely open to her. he knew what had happened between them. it wasn’t tragic or heartbreaking. it was just two different people realising they didn’t fit. simple. “if you’re looking for an invitation then you should probably just come out with it and ask.”

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elisehqs:

working in the emergency room for years, she had to be quick in her feet at all times or people’s lives could be at stake. it was something that she would always bring with her. “you already said something happened in the stripper pole–” elise pointed out, though if it wasn’t that bad, then they wouldn’t be coming here. a roll of her eyes at his comment, she added, “you’re not even supposed to mark the escorts here, you know? that’s a clear violation of the rules.” not that she was much for rule following anyway. “well, someone’s gotta take care of you lots around here. yeah? except that i bet you’re a client in this place,” she noted with a smirk, a teasing glint in her eyes.

“i was just messing with you, el. knew it would get your pretty panties in a twist. no one is in trouble and i’m sure if someone was then they’d come rushing through these doors and beg for you to be their guardian angel.” jairo told her with a grin as he looked at her. he remembered her passion for her job when she’d told him all about it over dinner. “i wasn’t talking about the escorts. was more hinting at you.” he teased before letting out a quiet laugh and shrugged his broad shoulders. “just a bunch of sinners in need of medical help, right? and yes. client. got my room upstairs and everything. it’s pretty cozy. easy really.”

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kvngkhan:

“Not quite. There’s an art to whims. You don’t just take them.” Pointing to the side of his head, “You gotta use your head and trust your gut. It’s like a hookup, just because you get hard doesn’t mean it’s a good idea to fuck. You gotta weigh your options.” Vik could admire the man’s stance and even the way he argued his point. “I like that you’re not willing to back down and just agree with me. Too much of that happens around here but it’s usually because someone wants to fuck.” Rubbing his hands together, Vik listened on amused. He wasn’t shocked or even offended by what the other said. “Takes more than three strokes to get me to bust a nut and I’m also not here to reinforce some stereotype birthed by too much internet porn and poorly written fiction.” Relaxing, his body slouched but his mind was keenly focused on the other. “If you’re asking me do I use my body to my advantage…the answer is yes but not just my body. Every part of me. If I half ass a sexual experience I’m cheating myself and my partner. I’m also not about having things dictated to me and for me. Control might be my kink, fuck that, control is my kink.”  Vik was slow to comment, choosing instead to detail the lines of the man’s face. They held a story, one that left him intrigued but those were questions he could save for another time, “You know we’ve spent a lot of time talking about me and very little discussing you. That’s not fair. I think it’s time for you to share.” 

“I’m not in the business of backing down. I wouldn’t be where I was if I gave in to people just to please a whim. And I’m not letting my solid opinions and vices get corrupted just because my cock wants to be buried inside something. Not for me.” Jairo stated simply as he took a long drink and then raised his eyes to the other once more. The man was certainly forward speaking and Jairo equally respected that but also doubted it. He had met enough people who spoke a big game and a lot of them had come unstuck in the long run. “Fine. Five strokes. Don’t try and convince me otherwise. But ain’t no one really treating you like that, huh? I mean it’s not like I got a line of girls asking to be bent over while they call me Papi.” And yet again he found himself listening. Doubting but also very interested in the words that fell from Vik’s mouth. He spoke profoundly and Jairo considered it to be one too many words but he didn’t stop him. “You’re just the walking epitome of tantric aren’t you? All mind and soul and body shit. While you’re in control....” He sneered but it was soft and calm. “I got a lot of time for what you’ve got to say. Even if sometimes you don’t say much at all. But I have shared. I’ve told you what I think. What else could you possibly want?”

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alianakeyes:

Aliana had been so caught up in figuring out what she wanted to do first upon enterting the club, that she’d ended up running right into his chest. She backed up quickly and straightened up her poster before smoothing out her blouse. “Y-Yeah i’m fine.” She replied, looking up at him, her eyes immediately falling to the tattoo on his neck. “That’s pretty bad ass.” She pointed out.

Jairo looked at her for a moment longer, trying to truly clarify that she was as fine as she said she was. Nothing but a ruffled blouse apparently. “Pretty badass?” He questioned as he lifted his hand to his neck. His whole body was covered in them after all but sometimes he forgot they were there. He had forgotten the stories behind most of them too. “Well I’m pretty badass in general. And I think you know I mean it. Not just some fuckboy trying to prove their worth.”

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elisehqs:

recognition lit up in her eyes as the face came into view, her lips stretching into a smile. “jai?” she questioned in mild disbelief. it’s been years since the two have even seen each other but she would never forget that face. only now was she able to process the words he said though that she suddenly questioned, “what mishap? did anybody get hurt?” if someone did, then shouldn’t they be coming here? as he took a seat across her, she leaned forward on her desk with her arms folded on top of the desk. “i’ve been good though as you can see, hospital life just bored me so i had to move here,” she added with a chuckle. “how have you been?”

jairo chuckled lightly when he saw the urgency flicker across her features. it seemed like the medical profession would never leave her and the immediacy she suddenly adapted was endearing. people must be in good hands here. “relax, princesa. we know no one is going to get hurt on your watch. unless it’s some marks and bruises that they seem to really enjoy...” he smirked at her for a long moment before settling back and putting his hands behind his head. “hospital to den of sin, huh? i like that a lot and as for me....you know. same old same old. nothing much changes.”

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rosclinc:

rosalina sat down next to jairo with a kind smile. “my night has been pretty good, there is nothing i can complain about. especially since i get to know talk to someone as handsome as yourself. always makes a person’s day better.” she said to jairo. rosalina took a sip from her drink. “it’s good that your night is going well. is there anything i can do to help make sure it improves?” rosalina did like to help people out, and she knew that part of her job was to make sure clients enjoyed their time at the club.

“You don’t have to stroke my ego like that. I mean I’m not going to tell you to stop but you don’t have to.” Jairo told her with a smug smile as he watched her lift the drink to her mouth. “I’m sure there are plenty of things that you could do to make my night much better. And I could probably help make yours in return but for now I’m quite content with a drink. Maybe some good and stimulating conversation. How does that sound? Unless there’s someone else you need to go call handsome.”

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rosclinc:

the escort was sitting at the bar, drinking a little drink. she didn’t drink much, but she did enjoy a drink from time to time. and she didn’t have a booking anytime soon, so she could relax and enjoy the club until she had to go back to work. and she knew that during her free time she could try her best to meet more clients and hopefully get more people to want to book her. the brunette flashed a smile at someone else she saw across the bar. rosalina took her drink and walked over to the person. “how is your night going?” she asked.

jairo went through stages in this place. some nights he would try and gain the attention of various escorts to sate his desires and their own but some nights he just liked the casual conversation and the kindling of more innocent relationships. tonight he was somewhere in between, holding his third glass of rum and coke in his hands as he listened to the beat of the music flooding from the dance floor. when someone came closer, he smiled at them and set his drink down. “oh very well. i see it might be improving. and how about yourself?”

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jcssica-park:

“Yeah baby, I love you too, have fun with your father.” she said into the phone, walking the halls of the guest rooms in nothing but a large button up sleep shirt and her panties. Jessica had no shame, and thankfully nobody was loud enough in their activities to reach her daughter on the other end of the line. Jessica paced as her daughter spoke, looking down and not noticing when another walked down the hall as well. She jumped when their feet appeared in her vision, stepping back and quickly saying a goodbye to her daughter and hanging up the phone, not knowing what they would say and not wanting her daughter to hear them. “Sorry, I should totally watch where I’m pacing.” she admitted to the other, though she didn’t run into them, she still felt bad for getting in their way.

Jairo really enjoyed the fact the bar staff were so welcoming around here when he decided to have a long stint of drinking. Sure, they might pass a joking comment about him being on one too many glasses but he usually got to the point of admitting his own defeat before someone had to escort him back to his room. So when he wandered down the hallway, his vision a little fuzzy he had to make an overdramatic act of stopping short of the woman just in time. “No no.” Jairo said with a laugh and a wave of one of his hands. “I should be watching where I’m going and there is no harm done.” He grinned and pointed at her clothing. “I like that top. It’s nicer than mine.”

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elisehqs:

rarely did elise drink while she was currently working, but the events that happened the night before called for alcohol. the door to her office was closed, not really expecting anyone since it has been a pretty slow night. her laptop was open with some movie playing in the background that she wasn’t really paying attention to as she took another sip from her drink. setting it back down on her table, the knocking on the door startled her slowly as she quickly tried to hide the bottle in her drawer. buttoning up her coat, she cleared her throat as she called out to the other person, “come in–”

sometimes life called for instinct. sometimes there was no correct path of approach and sometimes a memory from the past was worth taking a risk. sometimes pretty women in hospitals that looked sceptically onward when someone described vague details to avoid discussing their injuries became good companions for dates. when he heard a voice from inside, he pushed open the door and gave a small smile, slipping his hands in to his pockets. “i thought i saw your face about. some mishap on the stripper pole.” he smile broadened a little and he slowly took a seat across from her. “how are you, el?” 

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kvngkhan:

Vik took a seat. He appreciated the direction their conversation was going. “Whims are for stocks and business dealings, not my pleasure. I don’t want to waste my time, do you?” It was amusing to say the least, to believe that pleasure and the importance of pleasure outweighed the prospect of increasing wealth. Pushing his hair from is face, Vik sat in silence contemplating Jairo’s words. “Don’t get me started on the exotic or the belief that fucking me is the modern equivalent to a magic carpet ride. How do you deal when someone fancies you as something different. Something exotic.” Vik didn’t really think it was different and he said as much. “It hasn’t changed. Sex is about power and that’s not restricted to clients. It’s restricted to the people who know how to use their bodies to their advantage.”

“If you take too many whims in business then you may as well let your own downfall from too many wrong moves become your bedroom companion.” Jairo stated simply as he crossed his arms over his thick chest and eyed Vik with an open expression. Maybe sometimes he enjoyed devil’s advocate too much and maybe sometimes he was deadly serious. It was part of his personality to keep people guessing. Never truly exposing himself. “So you’re telling me that if someone rubs your cock three times a genie doesn’t bust a nut out the end?” He joked, raising his eyebrows before shaking his head. “I don’t dwell on it. But I’ll remember to bring it up again in the future when someone makes a comment to me about it.” His fingers rapped lightly on the counter before his eyes narrowed. “And you’re one of those people, are you? Mr. Sex is Power.”

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alianakeyes:

Aliana stood outside of club, contemplating whether or not she actually wanted to go in. New scenes were a little scary for her and being around large crowds of people almost always put her in a bad mood, but maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. Right? At least Aliana hoped it wouldn’t. Sighing softly, she clenched her handbag and headed inside, handing over the proper identification to the bouncer at the door. Once she was granted entrance, she looked around, checking out everything the club had to offer. It was quite nice. She had to admit. Since she was a gold member, Aliana was struggling to figure out just what she wanted to do first. A drink sounded like a great way to start her night. So, she turned to head to wards the bar though before she could be on her way, Aliana ran smack into someone. “Shit! Watch where you’re going.” She stated frustratingly.

Another night spent at Indulgence. Another night where anyone could do pretty much whatever they wanted within reason: fulfil each and every desire, meet someone new, sleep if they drank a bit too much. Tonight was going to be a fairly relaxed night because he was still nursing a hangover from the night before but it didn’t mean he wouldn’t be hanging around the place engaging in conversation....or maybe more if one of the escorts caught his attention. So when he was distracted by someone across the room, he didn’t expect his body to collide with someone else’s. He stepped back instantly and raised his hands, looking at the woman with an apologetic frown. “I’m sorry, alright? But both of us got eyes.” He lowered his arms and smiled faintly. “You alright?”

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poexnguyen:

Poe had to admit that the man had caught her eye from across the room. He didn’t look away when her gaze landed on him and in fact she’d sworn she’d seen a smirk spread across his lips as he made his way to her. Studying every inch of him, from the crown of his head to the skin so graciously displayed by the buttons undone on his shirt, captivating was easily one word that came to mind but so was dangerous. Poe didn’t think any harm would come to her at his hands but knew self control would be nonexistent, if he was half as charming as he was handsome. Nodding at the question he offered as confirmation. Dipping her head to shield the way her teeth tugged at her bottom lip with the words he’d used to counter her challenge, Poe suspected she knew just how this night would end. “How many chances do you think it’ll take for you to please me?” Her mind was still reeling from the mention of multiple chances, however and wherever she liked. “I think the better question might be can you handle multiple chances, all night with me?” She sat back, slowly crossing one leg over the other as she stared at him awaiting his response. 

Jairo was now looking at Poe with a much more focused expression. He could see that he had drawn her in with his words and when she questioned him, he merely smirked and rubbed his hands on his thighs. His eyes drifted over her, tracing lines of her skin and the curve of her frame. Fucking gorgeous, his mind screamed. “Well....” He leant forward so that he was close enough to allow his voice to drop slightly. “It’s not so much about chances. I’d call them opportunities and my answer is frankly until you can’t take it anymore. Fully satisfied.” He stated firmly and then nodded his head with just as much sincerity. Multiple chances? What a dream. “I’ll take anything I can with the utmost enthusiasm. And like I said....all night would merely give me the opportunity to leave you fully pleased. Don’t you agree?” He questioned as he looked down at her long legs.

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kvngkhan:

Vik could appreciate the other’s perspective on his role for the week. He’d seen the man around but their paths had rarely crossed. “I’d say I’m taking the same approach.” Motioning towards an open seat, “May I?” He didn’t wait for an answer, Vik pulled out the chair and took a seat. Looking around the room before he continued. “I’m not sure much has changed. Yeah, I’m the escort waiting to be chosen but I still pick. Like you said, if they’re not hot enough or even willing to think about playing the way I like, don’t waste your money.”

When Vik requested if he could take the seat, Jairo merely nodded, noting how the man had already begun to move without indication. He never really minded company and the man had been spotted around the place a few times. He looked like a good guy and that was enough for Jairo. “Sometimes you don’t just want to throw your money away on a whim? Because I get it sometimes. If I fancy something different but...maybe that’s what I look like to other people.” He cracked a smile and scratched his jaw. “Actually it is curious to think what these ‘clients’ genuinely think of you now we’re on a different side of it.”

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emelia-vitale:

Emmy raised her eyebrows as she let out a giggle. “Yeah… people can definitely surprise you. So I’m guessing you’re an escort for the week, then?” She took a small sip from her glass as he made her blush with his kind words. “Yeah. So far so good. I haven’t had to do any questionable positions yet but the night it still young.”

“You have excellent intuition because I am indeed. What a service to those lovely folk that usually work themselves sweaty and senseless.” Jairo joked as he looked over at her, taking a drink from his own glass. “Questionable positions? I dare not ask but I’m also very intrigued now that my mind is running just a little bit. What qualifies as one of those for you?” 

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monroexbanks:

Day one of playing client and what did Monroe do, spent the entirety of his afternoon in the gym at the club. He usually worked out during odd hours when he was working the bar, mostly because his shifts were long and slept during the off hours. Not today. He took advantage of the facility’s equipment, focusing on his upper body and core. There were other things he enjoyed, watching bodies bend and yield to the resistance of the equipment they used. On a few occasions, he found himself staring for too long. Laughing at himself, he decided to end his workout and hit the shower. Pulling his shirt over his head and grabbing his bag, Monroe made his way to the door, pausing only when he brushed past one of the many bodies he’d enjoyed watching during this workout. Turning back towards the other, he made them offer, “I’m going to grab a shower and change, want to get a drink after you’re done with your workout?”

Fitness had always been essential in Jairo’s life. It had allowed him to run faster than anyone and be strong enough to protect himself in a fight. Being fit meant that he wasn’t weak and even if he was supposed to be occupying his mind with thoughts of clients, he liked the burn in his muscles as he pushed himself harder. Sweat covered his skin and the veins in his arms and forehead bulged slightly as he took a long drink of the cold water in his bottle. He hadn’t really focused on anyone else but when someone brushed past him, he turned and smirked. For a second he didn’t answer, folding his arms across his chest. He contemplated, then shrugged. “Sure. No reason why I should say no, right?” He rubbed his hand across his shaved head. “I’ll finish up then grab a shower too. Drinks in twenty?”