@gaydemonwolf
another club, another friday night & hopefully another desperate guy thirsting for attention. the last one had turned out bark, but hardly any bite - no money for the taking. pretense was an issue on both sides in many cases, but damien was getting the hang of spotting the right guys. he’d been doing this for .. way too long, but he drove a fantastic car & dressed in gucci, so it wasn’t like his efforts didn’t pay off.
he was scouting for possible targets, letting his eyes roam available men - some were clearly too handsome to be falling for his act, he tended to stay away from those - he didn’t have time to waste, did he? he spent months on one guy, it better pay off.
smiles, he got a lot. he knew he looked good, he worked hard for that body, ate healthy & took care of himself, but .. this wasn’t the audience he thought he’d end up doing it for, honestly. he had no choice. it was too lucrative to let go. he was doing a round, showing off his assets to the men present, when one put a hand against his arm & held him in place very gently. got you.
turned to him, he was a little surprised, but also not really. handsome man, probably, definitely too handsome for his plans - or was he? alone on gay night in a club? sounded pretty desperate.
“hi.” lips pulled back over his teeth into a smile for a split second, his tongue working on wetting his bottom lip. “good taste.” which could mean a whole lot, his outfit, his choice in men clearly, in clubs, in drinks. it was perfect.
