In the last year or so, life had taken a sharp and unexpected turn. Lexie went from working minimum wage and scraping to get by to partying every night and making bands for it. It was already a surprise when an extremely handsome and obviously rich man walked into the cafe he worked at and specifically asked for him as his server. The man then told him he was wasting his potential, handed him his business card, and walked out. Lexie, being desperately, called the number as soon as he got home. That was the best decision of his life.

He giggled at the bartender's joke as he grabbed the ordered drinks, throwing a jab back at him before making his way through the crowd towards his table. It was a Friday night which meant large crowds, louder music, more drinks, and more money. The strippers were especially going at it on the stage. Luckily, Lexie didn't have to be on stage. He was the golden boy, the prettiest, the boss' favorite, which meant everybody wanted him but nobody could touch him. Not unless they paid a hefty price. As he dropped off the drinks, he made sure to bat his lashes and flirt a little, which earned him a hundred dollar tip.

He looked down at his watch, smiling when it hit 9pm. He quickly made his way to the staff only elevator, fixing his tie and his hair as he waited. Once he made it to the correct floor, his legs took him down the corridor to the boss' office like muscle memory. It was time for their weekly "meeting" where they discussed how things had been going and when he received his "reward" for being good. As he walked in, he was engulfed in darkness, the only lights being a dim lamp in the corner, the moonlight shining through the large window behind the desk, and the sparkle of his boss' cigarette.

As they made eye contact, he gave his best winning smile. The tension was palpable as he slowly closed and locked the door behind him. They both already knew what they were here for but he liked to act innocent anyway. "You called for me, sir?"