THE ENCOUNTER

Andreas's POV

The boy beneath my desk was talented, I'd give him that. His mouth worked my cock with practiced enthusiasm, his pretty face flushed with effort as he took me deeper. Felix had been with me for six months now—a college dropout who'd stumbled into my club looking for quick cash and ended up becoming my regular stress relief.

I tipped my head backwards, the wave of passion washing over me as he flicked and rolled his tongue around the tip. He was good at what he did and also eager to please. Knew exactly how much pressure, how much suction, when to use his tongue and when to just let me fuck his throat.

I leaned back in my chair, one hand tangled in his soft hair, and let the pleasure wash over me while I reviewed tonight's revenue reports on my computer. Multitasking at its finest.

The door suddenly opened without a knock. Val walked in, took one look at the situation, and didn't even blink. He was used to it.

"We need to talk about tonight's new hire performances," he said, settling into the chair across from my desk like he wasn't currently watching me get head.

Felix made a small sound of protest, but I tightened my grip on his hair, pushing him down further. His throat convulsed around me, and I had to bite back a groan.

"What about them?" I managed, keeping my voice steady and my legs apart.

"The new kid. Raine. He's performing tonight. I thought you'd want to know." He replied, then turned his eyes to Felix and snorted. “If he'd channel this same energy into stripping, he won't be shoving dick down his throat.”

As if Felix was trying to tell Val he'd rather give head to a strip, he began to gag on my dick, while moaning with pleasure.

"The one you were so excited about?"

"That's the one. Something about him, boss. Can't quite put my finger on it, but he's different."

I thrust up into Felix's mouth, watching his eyes water, feeling him struggle not to gag while his hands rested on my thighs. “How is it different?"

"Raw, angry and real." Val leaned forward. "You should watch him, then you'll know what I'm talking about."

Felix pulled off my cock just enough to speak, his voice rough. "Why do you need another boy toy? Am I not enough anymore?"

I cupped his cheek with false gentleness, wiping away the spit on his chin. "Don't worry, baby. You'll still get access to this dick whenever you want it."

Then I shoved him back down, thrusting up hard enough to make him choke. 

Val watched impassively. "So you'll come down? Watch the performance?"

"I'll watch." I was close now, pleasure coiling tight in my gut. "Give me ten minutes."

"Take your time." He rose up to his feet and  left, and I focused on the wet heat of Felix's mouth, the desperate sounds he was making, the way his hands clutched at my thighs. A few more thrusts and I came, holding him down as I emptied myself down his throat.

He swallowed everything, then sat back on his heels, looking up at me with worshipful eyes. "Was I good?" He smiled.

"You were adequate." I tucked myself back into my pants, already dismissing him mentally. "You can go."

His face fell slightly, but he knew better than to argue. Felix cleaned himself up and left without another word.

I straightened my tie, downed the rest of my whiskey, and headed downstairs.

The Pit was packed tonight—a usual Friday crowd of wealthy businessmen, curious tourists, and regulars who came weekly to watch beautiful bodies move under colored lights. I bypassed the main floor and headed directly to my private box, a glass-enclosed space on the second level that gave me a perfect view of every stage while keeping me separate from the masses.

Val was already there, drink in hand. "He's up next. Center stage."

"Let's see if he lives up to your praise." I leaned back.

The lights dimmed. Music started—something with a heavy bass line that I felt in my chest and then he appeared.

Raine. Val hadn't been exaggerating. The kid was different. Not polished like my regular performers, not practiced and perfect. He moved like he was fighting something, like every motion was channeling some inner rage he couldn't quite contain.

His body was lean but muscled, his face almost pretty but saved from it by a jawline that looked like it could cut glass. Dark hair, darker eyes, and an expression that said he'd rather be anywhere else but was determined to own this moment anyway.

I leaned forward, interested despite myself.

He danced like he was angry at the world, like he was proving something to himself more than to the audience. And somehow, impossibly, it worked. The crowd was eating it up—bills flying onto the stage, people leaning forward to get a better look.

"Told you," Val said smugly. “He's one feisty and interesting lad.”

"Bring him to my office after.” I requested , my eyes still glued on him. The way his body shimmered due to the oil he'd applied made things worse.” I want to meet him."

"Figured you would."

I watched the rest of the performance, unable to look away. There was something magnetic about this kid, something that called to the darker parts of me that usually stayed carefully controlled.

When he finished, the applause was deafening and I was already planning exactly what I wanted to do with him.

Twenty minutes later…..

There was a knock on my office door and I called out to come on in. Raine entered, still shirtless from his performance, a thin sheen of sweat making his skin gleam under my office lights. He looked around briefly—taking in the expensive furniture, the floor-to-ceiling windows, the obvious displays of wealth—and then his eyes locked on mine.

No fear. No reverence. Just... assessment.

I liked that.

"You wanted to see me?" His voice was rough, probably from exertion.

"I did.” I replied while gesturing to the seats. “Sit down."

He didn't, just stood there, arms crossed, meeting my gaze with an audacity most people didn't dare.

"You're different from my other dancers," I said, circling my desk to lean against it. "Most of them cower when they meet me. You're looking me dead in the eye."

"Should I be scared of you?" He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. 

A laugh escaped me, genuine and surprised. "Most people are."

"I'm not most people."

"No, you're not." I studied him, taking in every detail. "What are you running from, Raine?"

"Who says I'm running from anything?"

"Everyone who ends up here is running from something. Bad family, bad debt, bad choices. Which one is it for you?"

His jaw tightened. "Does it matter?"

"Not particularly. I don't care about your past. I care about what you can do for me now."

"And what's that?"

I pushed off the desk, moving closer. He didn't back away, but I saw his muscles tense, saw him preparing for... what? A fight? An advance?

Both, probably.

"I think you have potential," I said, stopping just inside his personal space. "More than potential. You're raw, yes, but that rawness is exactly what makes you interesting. People want real emotion, real hunger. You've got that in spades."

"Great. Can I go now?"

"Not yet." I reached out, placing my hand on his hip, feeling the heat of his skin through the thin fabric of his pants. He stiffened but didn't pull away. "I have a proposition for you."

I leaned in closer, my mouth near his ear, close enough that he'd feel my breath on his skin. "I want you to be my private dancer. Exclusive performances, higher pay than you'd make on the floor. And certain... expectations that come with the territory."

His breath hitched—subtle, but I heard it. "What kind of expectations?"

"The kind that requires privacy. Discretion. And a willingness to blur the lines between performance and pleasure."

I pulled back just enough to see his face. His pupils were dilated, his breathing slightly faster, but his expression was guarded.

"You better be ready for what happens next," I murmured, my lips almost brushing his ear. "Because once you're mine, I don't share."

Then I stepped back, giving him space to process. His eyes were dark, conflicted. "I need to think about it."

"Take your time. You know where to find me when you've made your decision."

He left without another word, and I watched him go, adjusting myself discreetly.

This was going to be interesting.