I strode out of the gym feeling like a king. Another session, another paycheck, another load dumped in a rich boy's ass. This was the life.
The hallway outside was all marble and expensive artwork, probably worth more than I'd make in five years. I navigated through the mansion with practiced ease, having been here enough times to know the quickest route to the front door. The housekeeper nodded politely as I passed, and I wondered if she had any idea what her employer's son was really paying for.
"Mr. Lance," she called after me. "Will you be requiring payment today or shall I add it to the monthly invoice?"
I turned, flashing her my most professional smile. "Monthly is fine, Margaret. Thank you."
The monthly arrangement was perfect. It meant larger checks and less paperwork. Plus, it gave me regular access to that sweet ass without having to hustle for it. Some of my other clients were one-offs or irregulars, but this kid was consistent. Twice a week, same time, same place, same desperate need to be filled and fucked by someone who didn't give a shit about his family name or trust fund.
Outside, the summer air hit my skin, still damp with sweat from theworkout. I walked to my car that looked professional but didn't scream that I was making bank off these rich fucks. Three messages from other clients, all wanting to schedulesessions. Two were legitimate training requests, but one was from a rich banker werewolf who wanted more than fitness advice. I didn’t get to fuck the monster types often, so he was at the top of my list.
I smirked as I slid into the driver's seat. My business card saidPersonal Trainer, but for a select clientele, I offered very personal services. It wasn't how I'd planned my career after getting my kinesiology degree, but the money was too good to pass up. And the perks… Well, I'd just enjoyed one of those. Besides, I had too nice of a cock to waste.
Starting the car, I caught a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror. My dark hair was slightly messed up, my face still flushed from exertion. I looked exactly like what I was. A devilishly handsome man who'd just thoroughly fucked someone. I ran a hand through my hair, fixing it before pulling out of the circular driveway.
As I drove through the gates of the estate, I wondered idly what the kid's name was again. Tyler? Trevor? Something with a T. It didn't really matter. What mattered was that his parents' credit card cleared every month, and that his ass remained as tight and eager as it was today.
And he was my last client for today, so I had my whole evening free. Despite the fun with him, I was feeling a bit sore and run down from my week. I’d taken on more clients than usual these past couple of months in an attempt to save up money to buy a house. I never thought my cock would pay for a mortgage, but that was fine with me. Still, since I was going to have a little time off for the night, I figured I should spend it recovering and relaxing. And that could only mean one thing.
The bathhouse.
It was one of my favorite places to go when I needed to relax. I loved the roman style baths, the saunas, and of course, the fact that they catered to men of both the human and monstervariety. Despite the amount of sex I had with clients, going to the bathhouse was different. There I could just relax and have sex any way I wanted to. I didn’t have to role play. There I could just bemyself.
Pulling out of the mansion’s driveway, I turned toward downtown, watching the sun sink toward the horizon. The bathhouse had been my little reward to myself for years. After a long day of training clients there was nothing better than sinking into the hot waters and letting the tension drain from my muscles.
Tonight, I needed it more than usual. My lower back was aching from the intensity of that last fuck session. The twink might've looked delicate, but I'd really had to put in work to satisfy him. Not that I minded. I never half-assed a job, especially when it paid as well as he did.
I pulled into the parking lot of the bathhouse at just after eight. The place looked unassuming from the outside. It was just a warehouse-looking building with no windows and a small sign over the entrance. But inside was a paradise of marble, tile, and the most diverse collection of men and monsters in the city.
"Lance!" The silver-haired attendant at the front desk grinned when I walked in. "Been a minute since we've seen you around here."
"Been busy," I replied, sliding my membership card across the counter. "Business is good."
"I bet it is," he said with a knowing wink. Everyone who worked here knew what I did, and none of them judged. That was part of why I loved this place. He slid my card back to me. “So when are you going to take me on as one of yourclients?”
The front desk guy had a reputation for being a grump. But when I came to visit, he was nothing but smiles and flirtations.
“When you canpay,” I grinned.
The attendant's face fell. He knew I wasn't kidding, even with the smirk on my face.
"Some of us have bills to pay," he muttered, handing me a locker key and a fresh towel.
"Me too," I said, giving him a reassuring smile. "Just ask your boss. He pays me enough."
That part was true – I did legitimate training with the bathhouse owner twice a week. The guy was pushing sixty but wanted the body of a thirty-year-old. Impossible, but he paid well for me to try.
I gave the front desk guy a pat on the arm that seemed to cheer him up and headed to the locker room, nodding at a few familiar faces along the way. The bathhouse had a good mix tonight, though it was mostly humans. However I spotted a couple of werewolves lounging in the corner, and what looked like an incubus chatting up a nervous-looking twink by the sauna door.
The locker room was pristine as always, with warm lighting that made everyone look their best. I stripped down, not bothering with modesty. My body was my business card, after all. I caught a few appreciative glances as I stowed my clothes in the locker, wrapping the towel low around my waist in a way that showed off the tribal tattoo curling up my thigh and onto my hip.
The roman-style bath was my first destination and it was just beyond the locker room. I needed to soak the tension out of my muscles before anything else. As soon as I walked in, I dropped my towel at the edge and slipped into the steaming water, groaning as the heat enveloped me. There were about five other guys in the large pool, all of them huddled together. I could tell they were stroking one another under the water as they carried on a conversation about mundane things. The thought was hot, but right now I just wanted to relax.
"Fuck, that's good," I sighed, leaning my head back against the tile edge. The water lapped at my chest, easing the tightness in my back from my earlier exertions.
I closed my eyes, letting my mind drift. The soft murmur of voices, the gentle splash of water, the humid air filling my lungs… this was exactly what I needed. I could feel eyes on me, but that was nothing new. I was used to being watched, admired. It came with the territory when you looked like me.
After about fifteen minutes, I felt rejuvenated enough to explore. I rose from the water, not bothering to grab my towel as I made my way to the sauna. Water streamed down my body, my cock swinging heavily between my legs. Guys stared as I passed by. Let them look. Hell, Iwantedthem to look.
