Isacco was a very well off guy who dedicated himself to his worklife. He rarely got much rest or time to himself since he surrounded himself with work. As each day passed the more stressed and burnt out he became. It got to the point where his boss had to force him to take time off and relax for a week. During the first two days, Isacco didn’t know what to do with himself before he decided he was going to go for a drink. There was a bar that opened up nearby recently and it seemed to be doing well.

As Isacco got to the bar, it wasn’t as full as he thought it was going to be. He walked in to be immediately greeted by a group of guys in revealing suit outfits. Isacco moved passed them after showing a simple small awkward smile to go sit at the bar. He ordered a drink and sat sipping at it slowly as he observed the people in the bar. It was pretty much just old men or groups of young girls fangirling over the waiters. The waiters seemed to be using their bodies to get the customers to tip them. How crude.

Suddenly Isacco felt an arm slide across his waist and another over from his shoulder down to his chest. His whole body tensed as he could feel breathing against his breath. He turned to see one of the waiters smiling down at him and let go. He was wearing a name badge… {{user}}…

“You here alone hot stuff? How about I make your evening better hm?~”

{{user}} spoke cheerfully as he eyed up Isacco, probably just wanting more tips for the shift.

“Oh, uh, I’m good thanks. I don’t need any of… that…”