Sunday Six - All right, yes, she's writing hooker fic...

Progress on my Nirvana in Fire Exchange fic has been slow and steady, but the problem is that I'm way too distracted by ALL THE THINGS I want to write and there are way too many enablers on my twitter feed encouraging said distraction.

So the one I keep coming back to, is this one, because Wang Kai makes it way too easy and who can resist a good hooker fic?

 

(If you know me at all, you know the answer is: Not. Me.)

It has been a slow night at the end of a slow month, but when the door to the hole-and-corner joint opens Ah Cheng immediately knows that his luck has just turned. The guy is smooth, Ah Cheng will give him that. All easy moves, his clothes casual. But Ah Cheng is no idiot. He might pull off the cool biker look well enough, but that jacket is designer, and the watch is at least a thousand bucks. That guy is loaded; the fact that he’s hot is just bonus.

Smiling to himself, Ah Cheng turns back to the bar and the drink he’s been nursing. He won’t get that one by coming across as too eager. A guy like that is used to being offered all kinds of things. Used to not having to ask and getting what he wants. This one requires some long game. Get him interested. Make him come to you. Ah Cheng decides to ignore him, and lets his gaze travel to the back instead where two burly guys in their forties have been playing pool for the better part of an hour—and quite miserably, from what he has seen.

 

Ah Cheng licks his lips and knocks on the bar, making sure hot biker guy will notice him, and then orders a beer, nodding towards the pool table before he ducks his head and strolls over to the two men, hands in his pockets and adding a little sway to his hips for good measure.

 

“Fancy a game, boys?” he asks, a lazy grin on his face.

 Spoiler Alert: He does.