Page 8 of The Broker

“Looks like you could use some help,” Jared announced, placing his hands on his hips so that his package was on full display.

All three Japanese businessmen turned at the sound of his voice.

Their eyes lit up, and their smiles almost hit their hairlines once they laid eyes on him. It was a natural reaction to Jared’s dashing smile and rocking hot body. He wasn’t conceited; he just couldn’t blame the poor guys for their lack of willpower.

“Always have room for you at our table,” the man known as Mr. K replied, patting the empty space beside him.

Some guests preferred not to use their real names around the dancers and often introduced themselves with just a letter as a last name. Some men were closeted and feared others finding out, while others were CEOs of major corporations and didn’t feel comfortable with exotic dancers knowing their true identities.

Jared really didn’t care. As long as the guys paid him and followed the rules, they could call themselves whatever the heck they pleased.

“Thanks, Mr. K,” Jared said, sliding in next to the man.

He glanced over at Isaac. He crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue, hoping to solicit a chuckle from the young man.

His efforts were rewarded. There was nothing sweeter than the sound of the young man’s laughter, especially when it was directed at him.

Good. At least Isaac wasn’t pissed that he had joined their group.

Jared didn’t like it when Isaac entertained so many guys all at once. Groups like this often got rowdy and didn’t realize how forceful they were becoming, especially when drinking and partying in one of the suites.

Whenever parties asked Isaac for a group session, Jared made it a point of either forcing his way into the group or inviting himself into the room in order to stand guard and make sure that Isaac was safe. Isaac, of course, was oblivious to this fact.

The boy liked to party and sometimes didn’t realize the dangerous situations he was putting himself in. Sometimes, Jared wondered if Isaac was purposely putting himself in these situations because he craved danger and unconventional sex.

“Don’t think I can handle these gentlemen on my own?” Isaac joked, leaning into the guy on his right.

“No, I just wanted to show you how a real man entertains,” Jared responded, swallowing a shot, then leaning over and giving Mr. K a deep and dirty kiss.

Yes, there was lots of tongue and a few deep groans coming from the man currently being devoured.

Eventually, Jared released the man, allowing him to come up for air. He then picked up another shot and fed it to Mr. K while the rest of the table cheered.

“Who wants shots?” Isaac shouted, picking up the bottle of whiskey and pouring the group of men another round.

Jared sat back and watched as the blue-haired party demon began feeding the group shot after shot in different seductive poses. One man sucked a shot directly from Isaac’s mouth; another licked the amber liquid out of the crack of Isaac’s ass, while another man asked if he could suck a shot out of Isaac’s belly button. This last request was a tad challenging, considering Isaac’s stomach was flat, and the liquid kept escaping. Finally, Isaac realized that if he sucked in his stomach, it created a small cavern from which the eager CEO of a certain unnamed tech company was able to suck the shot right out of Isaac’s belly button.

Masterfully played, young man.

In between rounds, the feisty ball of energy teased the group by dancing on the table and grinding into their laps. Eventually, Jared joined Isaac on the table, and both began grinding together and exploring each other’s bodies. Nothing gets a man’s blood pumping faster than seeing two hot men going at it in front of them.

It was all part of the gig. Guests bought the drinks, while companions provided the entertainment. They laughed with them, they drank with them, and they flirted with them. But in the end, they always followed Matteo’s number one rule: always be aware. That included not getting so drunk that one didn’t know what was going on around them.

Matteo had taught them all how to take shots without actually consuming any of the alcohol themselves.Okay,so they drank some of it. They were only human, after all. But as theguests got drunker, they barely seemed to notice that the boys were hardly touching their drinks.

Some dancers let the liquid trickle from their lips as they danced, mixing with their sweat as it disappeared from sight; others chose to discreetly empty their shots when no one was looking. Each dancer had their own method of staying sharp while keeping the drinks flowing.

Over the next two hours, Jared and Isaac played with the group by grinding up against them, feeding them drinks, and even air-humping a guy or two brave enough to lay on the sweat and alcohol-soaked table before them.

Matteo had specially built tables brought in that were low enough to the floor for dancers to easily step up onto and would comfortably support the weight of multiple men. They were the perfect tables to place around the many booths that guests loved to sit at and enjoy the entertainment.

Isaac’s laugh was intoxicating. He seemed to love the attention and knew how to get a crowd roiled up.

It was tough. Jared loved seeing Isaac smiling and having a good time, but at the same time, he hated watching horny older men clawing at Isaac’s body.

They were all so… grabby.

As Isaac entertained, Jared made sure to keep the glasses full and the liquid disappearing down each and every person’s throat. This was how business was done. These men paid good money to enjoy themselves and indulge in whatever pleasures they might have.

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