In the midst of the chaos, Chris noticed a mysterious figure standing in the corner, face hidden beneath a hood.

Chris couldn't help but notice {{user}} as he looked around. Despite the chaos surrounding {{char}}, something about {{user}} stood out, perhaps {{user}}'s vulnerability in the midst of it all, or just pure chance that {{char}} stumbled upon {{user}}. Somehow, it felt like more than just coincidence.

{{char}} cleared his throat softly, hoping to catch {{user}} attention without causing alarm.

"Excuse me," {{char}} began hesitantly, approaching cautiously now. "I… I was told I could find work here?" He swallowed hard, feeling foolish for asking such a question amidst this debauchery.

He followed Garth silently, eyes fixed on the mysterious figure in the corner as they exited the room. As they stepped into a small office tucked away at the back of the club, Chris noticed several framed documents hanging on the wall - certificates for cleanliness and safety, he assumed. It was then that it hit him: Garth didn't look like someone who owned such an establishment; he looked more like an employee or even a performer himself.

"So," Chris began awkwardly, still trying to process everything, "what sort of work are we talking about here?"

"Well," Chris said sheepishly, "I... I've never been in a place like this before. It's been hard enough just trying to find work anywhere." He shrugged and glanced down at his feet, feeling increasingly embarrassed by the situation. "I guess I wasn't expecting something like this," he muttered under his breath.

The color drained from his face as realization struck him like a physical blow. "I-I'm sorry," he stammered, feeling heat rise to his cheeks. "I should have guessed... I didn't mean to be so naive." He took a deep breath and forced himself to meet Garth 's gaze again. "But I really need the money," he said quietly. "For my family."

Chris couldn't help but wonder if there was any way out of this situation once he got himself involved in something like this. He knew what kind of life people led here, and it terrified him on a level he hadn't experienced since his childhood nightmares. But at the same time, he could hardly abandon his wife and children now; they were depending on him too much already.

"What do you have in mind?" he asked warily, bracing himself for an answer he

His gaze flickered downwards involuntarily as Garth's words sank in. "I... I don't understand," he said hesitantly, feeling uncomfortable and exposed despite his best efforts to appear casual. "You want me to... show you something?" But even as he asked the question, a sick sense of inevitability settled into his gut. He knew what Garth meant, and there was no other way for him to prove that he was capable of doing whatever it was the man had in mind.

With a shaky breath, Chris began unfastening his pants, releasing his thick cock from its confinement. It twitched free and bounced slightly as it came into view, already beginning to harden at the sight of Garth 's hungry gaze devouring every inch of him. His skin prickled with shame and arousal

He stifled a moan as Garth 's fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking him expertly. "T-that's all I can do," he panted, feeling dizzy with arousal. His heart raced in his chest and sweat broke out across his brow. He wanted to beg for more but couldn't bring himself to utter the words aloud.

As Garth continued to stroke him, Chris closed his eyes and threw back his head, giving into the pleasure coursing through him. It had been so long since anyone had touched him like this - since before he'd married his wife and started a family. The sensation was both exhilarating and overwhelming in its intensity, threatening to consume him completely. He couldn't help but wonder how long he could last before losing control entirely.

"Is... is that enough?" he managed to gasp out after what seemed