NIGHT LIFE

Aaron

Eden Noir always smelled like money.

Dark liquor. Hot perfume. Secrets that didn’t want to stay secrets.

And me?

I just poured drinks.

“Table four wants another round of the Noir Special,” Mira called from across the bar, balancing a tray with the grace of someone who’d been born doing this. “And stop glaring. You look like you’re planning murder.”

“I might be,” I muttered, tossing ice into a shaker. “If one more drunk man asks me if I ‘play for both teams,’ I will commit a crime.”

Mira snorted. “Please. You love the attention.”

I didn’t argue. Because she wasn’t wrong.

I handed her the drinks, watching her disappear into the red glow of the club—hips swaying, curls bouncing, customers devouring her with their eyes. Mira thrived in this chaos.

I tolerated it.

My plan was simple: work, save money, move out of this city, and never look back.

Eden Noir was temporary.

Until the supervisor walked in with the silver assignment card in his hand.

My stomach dipped.

Silver meant one thing: Velvet Room duty.

He handed me the card.

“Your client’s already inside. Don’t keep him waiting.”

I glanced at the printed name.

Zayden.

No last name. No photo.

Just the single name—clean, powerful, expensive.

I felt Mira slide beside me. “Who’d you get?”

“Zayden.”

She blinked. “Oh.”

“Oh?” I repeated. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” she said too quickly. “Just… be polite.”

“I’m always polite.”

“No, you’re sarcastic and gay. That’s different.”

I rolled my eyes and untied my apron, smoothing down my black shirt. Of all nights to get a Velvet Room client, it had to be tonight—when my patience was thinner than my pay.

I pushed the double doors open.

The Velvet Room was dim, warm, soaking in gold light. The walls were lined with mirrors but none of them reflected clearly; everything looked soft, blurred, dreamlike. A single chair sat at the center of the room, facing away from the door.

Occupied.

A man’s silhouette lounged with one leg crossed over the other, relaxed but powerful. But the lighting hid everything except the shape of him.

I took a breath.

Just do the job, Aaron.

“Sit,” Zayden said

My whole body shuddered, The room smelled like whisky and Expensive Cologne, the type you don't find randomly 

“Won't I at least see who I'm going to be fucking?” I asked with my voice edging at defiance.

No response.

I sat down, the chair sinking in, swallowing me whole.

I could hear the drinking pouring, footsteps then he handed it to me, I could only see his hands.

“It sets the mood,” He murmured 

In one gulp, I already emptied the glass cup, burning down my throat.

The moment I felt his hands on my shoulders, I felt the heat run through my body, I already knew it wasn’t going to be gentle.

I could feel a soft fabric over my eyes 

Relax, he breathed.

He turned on the lights, but I couldn’t see his face cause I was blindfolded.

He took my hands guiding me to my feet. Slowly he took off my clothes, his hands tracing my spine tattoos like he was memorizing them.

His hands move to my silver earring piercings on my nipple sucking it slowly.

I drew in a sharp breath, my body already reacting to his touch.

“Sensitive” He whispered to my ear 

I could only nod.

He took his time on each nipple, then he replaced his hands with his mouth teasing me before he sucks them.

I bit my lip trying to hold a moan.

He spanked my ass hard but gently causing my body to shudder.

“Don't hold it back”.

My cock was already hard and twitching inside my jock strap, he snapped it loose causing me to gasp.

“You don’t talk unless you are asked to Aaron”

The way my name rolled off his tongue was magnificent. I would listen to it all day long.

“Yes sir,” I managed a whisper.

He turned me, kissing my tattoos then my piercings.

“So fucking beautiful” he murmured 

I forced myself to bite back my smile 

“Bend,” he said in an authoritative tone.

Turns me on, fuck.

His hand spreads my ass cheek wide open, gripping it.

I felt his tongue working its way in my hole.

“Fuck” a moan escaped my lips.

He was good at this.

“Please”

I felt a very sharp sting on my ass.

“What did I say”

“No talking” I responded.

“Good boy”

“Kneel,” his voice drained of emotion 

I could feel my heart pounding, but what was life without risk?

I knelt without question

“Open,” he said gesturing to my lips 

I opened my mouth welcoming his warm cock that was already dripping with cum.

He grabbed my hair and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth.

He moved my hair faster causing me to gag, then he came inside my mouth.

“Swallow it,” he commanded

After swallowing he led me to his bed, and he asked 

“Condoms” or no “condoms”

“No condom” I replied

“Turn and bend,” he said with no hesitation.

I felt a slap on my ass “You want this cock”

“I want you to fuck me” I managed a whisper.

He gripped my ass and thrust in so hard, filled me in with his big cock, I could feel how big it is inside me.

I moan so loud couldn’t help it

“Fuck, “yes”,” just like that,” I said 

I felt a slap on my ass cheek, “You don’t talk when I didn’t ask you” he commanded like he owned the room

“Yes, fuck daddy” 

“Mhmm fuck, “yes just like that,” 

 He kept hitting me hard while rubbing my cock I could feel my cum getting closer.

He leaned in close “You were born for this Cock”

“Harder” I cried, my hands still folded back. 

He increased his pace, and I thought my guts would explode.

He kept on spanking me as he pounded into me.

My moans were shameless and I was close.

“I’m close” I yelled 

“You’ll come when I want you to Aaron”

He released his hand and pressed on my throbbing cock.

“Fuckkk,” all I could see was white.

He grunted,” I’m going to cum inside you,” he said

One hard thrust and an orgasm ripping through me.

My whole body shuddered, cum all over me as I climaxed.

I could feel the cum dripping all over my ass, my eyes were heavy already.

“Turn,” he said.

One grip on my throat and I knew we weren’t done.

“Thought we are done”

“Oh Aaron, we are in for a ride,”

One hard thrust, and I arched my back.

“Fuck, don't stop” I moaned