Page 69 of Back Room Host

“That’s not right,” Luca said, puzzled.

“Hector said the same thing. But what can I do? Work another three years in a kitchen where nobody wants me? I have a bit of pride too.”

“Why did you still work on the side?”

“No one can pay all their bills with an apprentice wage.”

“And your parents don’t support you?”

I exhaled smoke from my cigarette. “No.”

Thankfully, Luca left it at that. “I’m sorry,” he said, pausing for a moment to drink his beer. “Do they know how you make your money?”

Something caught in my throat, and I swallowed hard. “There’s an unwritten rule,” I choked out. “Sex work and parents shouldn’t be mentioned in the same breath.”

“Oh … I’m sorry.”

Suddenly, I felt hot. I took large gulps of my drink, hoping Luca would finally change the subject.

“Okay, so … How often have you been to the back room at Exil?”

The question came unexpectedly, as if it were his emergency question. I was so relieved by it that I laughed. Anything was preferable to talking about my family.

“Quite often,” I admitted.

“I thought as much.” Luca let his shoulders relax. “Always with the same client? Or different ones?”

“I have four regulars who like to get off on others. I usually visit the back room at Exil with younger clients, but there are similar back rooms scattered throughout the city.”

“Younger clients? I thought your clients were forty plus?”

“I still have two in their thirties,” I replied mischievously, winking at him. It was delightful to see how this confused him.

“Okay, and … they just watch the others … and then?”

“You want details? You’ve been there yourself and experienced how it works—for free!”

Luca swallowed and nervously shifted in his seat. On the other hand, I was finally more relaxed since we were discussing things; I knew about.

“Alright,” I said, feeling tempted to tease Luca a bit. “I go there with the client. He orders a drink, and we chat for a while. He watches the others. I usually delay it as long as possible. I touch the guy, flirt with him, and watch him get hard. Then I start with a massage. Continue with a blowjob, but I don’t finish it. And so on.”

Luca scratched his head, appearing visibly uncomfortable. Or was it because he had just gotten hard? I grinned and looked deeply into his beautiful storm-gray eyes.

“You also have a voyeuristic streak,” I said. “I noticed that.”

“If that’s the case, then … I didn’t know until now.” Luca’s voice was weak, and he obviously made an effort to appear relaxed.

Satisfied, I extinguished the cigarette and leaned back again. “You don’t have to be embarrassed about it. I even find it hot.”

“What do you mean?”

“It turns me on to be watched.”

“That probably also explains your behavior in the bathroom.”

“And yours,” I retorted. “How many times have you jerked off after that in the last week?”

“Every time,” he admitted, managing even a faint smile. “I really thought you were just making dumb jokes. But then when I saw you with Hector … Fuck … Why did you do that? You said it was work, but I don’t believe you.”

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