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“Here’s your margarita princess” Tristen said with a sly smile as he handed the margarita to the blushing beauty in front of him. He worked mainly as a bartender in a strip club. On busy days, he’d take extra shifts working on the pole and sometimes, as a waiter, serving drinks to horny men while getting groped by various people, both men and women.

Of course, working as a pole dancer and waiter required him to wear some sexy or funny costume, as long as it showed some skin but working as a bartender, he could just wear tight pants and sexy shirt to show off his tight muscles and outlines of his sexy abs. Just that and he’ll get as much customers he wanted.

Unlike other bartenders who would have sex with whoever they wanted, Tristen would rather pick out the richest amongst them-ugly or handsome-and try to get their money, even if he had to privately pole dance or lap dance to them. But obviously, he could also choose to go on all fours for them, as long as money was involved.

That night, still early, about 11:00 PM, Tristen wore tight black jeans that outlined his lower region perfectly and a black light weight long sleeved shirt with the arms rolled up and buttons loose till his lower chest. The view made girls squill and give him tips to get to touch it. His light grey eyes and messy jet-black hair made it worse as girls couldn’t leave him be. And as expected of a young man in such situation, he would use his handsomeness as an advantage to charge the girls extra. Eighty percent of the tips he got was he’s, while the remaining twenty went straight to the boss, Dan.

“Well you see, girls”, Tristen said as he mixed a drink for one of the girls, “I have to attend to other customers to earn some money, I can’t keep you girls’ company all day you know. I have to earn some money”. The girls felt guilty for keeping him to themselves so they each gave him a huge tip and a nice smooch before letting him go. When they were all gone, Tristen packed up the tips and pushed it into his tip bag under the counter. While cleaning a mixing cup, a blonde-haired middle-aged man with shining blue eyes, ripped jeans and a black leather jacket, sat directly in front of Tristen with a deep frown, making him look a bit older.

“Three shots of tequila and a vodka red bull please” the handsome blonde man said as he slumped to the chair. “Woah, handsome, you might want to take it easy. Don’t want to have to drag you to my little apartment when you’re wasted”. Tristen said, trying to lift the mood. “You wanna tell a fellow handsome stranger what’s bothering you? Or you wanna release your worries in another way? The latter’s gonna cost you”, the last part coming out more as a whisper while leaning closer to the stranger with a smirk and wink before heading back to get his order.

As expected, the stranger’s mood lightened as he replied with an equally sly tone, “I think I’ll pick the latter. After all, nothing good comes easy, don’t you think so too?”. Tristen laughed it off in a flirty manner, “Of course I do, and I’m mighty glad you chose the best choice with the employee of the month. Name’s Tristen”. The stranger smiled and replied shortly, “Marcus”. Tristen nodded, “Marcus…beautiful name. Come with me”. he said as he grabbed his money pack before he turned towards the other bartender, Maximus, and said “I’ll be leaving with a customer now Max; tell Uncle Dan I’ll pay him latter tonight, not gone yet”. By pay, he meant the twenty percent and Dan was their boss, he was always around, always in the club to keep the strippers out of trouble and take care of his business with the mafias.

He was also in his early fifties, which meant he would be retiring soon.

Tristen led Marcus to a private room when he finished his drinks and sat him down on the comfy couch after locking up the door. He played a soft passionate music and walked slowly towards Marcus. “Now, tell me Marcus, what do you want me to do for you? I’m not gonna do anything if you don’t talk…”.

Tristen traced is his left hand slowly from his knee to his mid-thigh as his right hand was placed on his other knee to help himself level with the lower half of Marcus’ body. “Why don’t you show me if that pretty mouth of yours can do more than talk?”. That caused a small smirk to appear on Tristen’s face, “Of course Mr. Marcus”. With a go ahead from Marcus, his hand traced around his upper thigh for a while, before he unbuckled Marcus’ belt and yanked his penis out. Without warning, he stuffed a huge part of it in his hot wet mouth, making Marcus take a sharp intake of breath while one of his hands was wrapped around Marcus’ shaft and the other played with his testicles. They both knew Marcus was too big to fit into Tristen’s mouth but that didn’t stop the young lad from trying.

Adjusting his jaw, a little, Tristen began bobbling his head slowly on Marcus’ dick, taking his time to suck on the tip and trace his tongue around the tiny hole. Unable to hold himself back any longer, Marcus stuffed his right hand into Tristen’s hair, grabbed a few locks and thrusted his dick roughly into the back of Tristen’s throat.

The sudden invasion made Tristen gasp for air while taking Marcus at a faster pace. In return, Marcus pushed his waist forward as he groaned. Tristen could already taste a few drops of precum that was sliding down his throat. His mouth was a mess, filled with saliva, dripping in Marcus and part of Marcus’ trouser.

Marcus didn’t seem to care, rather, he seemed more turned on by the sight of poor Tristen gagging and chocking. Unable to take the torture any longer, Tristen released Marcus with a loud pop to take some air while gently sucking and licking up Marcus’ balls which sent a harsh jolt to Marcus. He liked it when men groaned for him. He sucked up Marcus’ balls for some time while his hands worked with the erect dick. Getting a few more satisfying groans from Marcus, Tristen went back up to take the dick still pointed to the ceiling but was stopped midway.

Marcus pushed Tristen off him roughly with a rough look.

“Strip and bend over the couch” Marcus said in a rough tone. Tristen knew he would be fucked hard but that didn’t stop him, rather, it made him leak a few drops of precum in his pants. While stripping, Marcus slowly stood behind Tristen, taking in everything and every part of Tristen while pulling his trousers off completely and pulling off his leather jacket.

Tristen bent over the couch and spread his legs, just how he knew his customers liked it. “There’s lube and some condoms in the drawer over there, I don’t fuck without condoms” Tristen said firmly. Some customers were so crazy that they would want to fuck him raw or make love, thinking they found their second half. He just fucked them and kept them company for their money, nothing more, no strings attached.

He turned back to make sure Marcus used the condoms and only felt at ease when he also used the lube provided. After prepping himself, Marcus put some lube on his fingers and spread them slowly around Tristen’s hole, pushing in one finger to spread lube around, getting a low moan in return.

Without hesitation, Marcus added one more finger and thrusted into him harshly. Tristen felt his lower body tingle and he knew he was going to release soon. Marcus added two finders, putting all four in it while his thumb stoked the outer region. Just when he was about to reach the tip of his orgasm, Marcus pulled back with a smirk, “Not yet little guy, wait till I fuck you so you’ll cum for me, over and over again”.

Without warning, Marcus thrusted into Tristen's hole in one swift motion, causing Tristen to moan and trash into the couch as his orgasm began to build up, “Oh fuck Marcus…” Tristen moaned, one hand holding onto the couch for support while the other stroking himself at the same pace as Marcus’. Marcus didn’t wait for Tristen to adjust to his size before mercilessly thrusting into Tristen’s hole, leaving Tristen a mourning mess on the couch with Marcus holding his waist up so he wouldn’t fall off. In just a few minutes, Tristen was a mess, mourning and spilling cum all over the couch. Marcus on the other hand kept on going, holding himself back and kept a firm grip on Tristen to keep his movement firm.

Tristen was on another planet, enjoying every second of it. His lower body felt sore but that didn’t stop the pleasure. He would have fallen over several times if it wasn’t for Marcus’ firm grip. After what seemed like forever, Marcus came in the condom with a loud groan while Tristen came again but this time, Marcus wasn’t holding him which made him finally slump into the mess he made while Marcus pulled out of him, disposed the condom and got himself dressed.

Noticing Marcus getting ready, Tristen took a few wipes to clean himself up while giving Marcus a sly grin, “I never knew you could be so rough with sex, totally different from the other guys around”.

“If I’m really that good, why don’t you give me a discount for our first time?”. Marcus was joking around with Tristen, wanting to know his reaction but got a smiling Tristen.

“Ha, Marcus, you’re so funny. There could be a discount if we were just talking but there’s no discount for sex”. Marcus was dumbfounded but his expression grew worse when Tristen got closer with his shirt completely unbuttoned. Only a few inches away from Marcus, he leaned towards his left ear and whispered “But of course, it would have been cheaper if you took both choices, I offered…”.

With that, he planted a light kiss on Marcus’ ear lobe before backing down and spreading his palm to him to collect his pay. “You sleep with people, customers, both male and females?”. Marcus asked, a little concerned. “Yes, but not all of them, and I use protection all the time. Oh, and I also have sex with some other co-workers too” Tristen replied a little sarcastically.

Although Marcus was way older than Tristen, maybe in his late thirties or early forties, it didn’t show in his appearance, not even in his stamina. “I was just a little worried a young lad like yourself would be doing this for a living. Don’t mind me prying but are you a prostitute?”. That got Tristen laughing. He withdrew his palm to pat his chest.

“No, I prefer the term ‘Slut’. Its suites me more. Prostitutes have sex with people who have money for their money while I have sex with people who can pay me and also give me a pleasurable time. I’m more of a sucker for sex, not an addict though. Besides, I chose you cos you look handsome and I could tell you would most defiantly pay. We both get pleasured but I get your money! Good, don’t you think?”.

Marcus handed some dollar notes to Tristen. “See you some other time Tristen”. He said before walking out of the beaming Tristen.

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