Alban has done this so many times, dress a little younger and act cute? Customers flock to him. These days the market may be over saturated but he’s good at what he does, he’s technically been a whore since he was 12 he supposes. Pinning back his bangs and securing his apron he leads his new customer into the ‘secret room’ which at this point he’s damn sure isn’t a secret. Far more money comes from here than any other operation the konbini does.

“You’re already getting hard for me?” He mimics spitting to the side, as though he’s disgusted by the customer’s interest in him. “Disgusting, yabai, dirty, ewww.”

Despite that he starts to get off his customer’s pants, ensuring to pay special attention to his growing erection as he does. He might fake being grossed out by people being into him but in reality this kind of thing turns him on far too much. He moans as his customer does as he bends down to lick his cock through a pair of boxer briefs and he knows that the act is up. The guy knows that the supposed manager of this convenience store is a total slut; fact is that as long as he pays up Alban is fine with that.

“So….” He pauses again to suck at his cock through the fabric. “On my face, in my mouth or did you want full greek? That’s a lot more expensive but a facial or somewhere else on my body will costs you the least.”

The cogs that turn in his customer’s head are almost visible as he thinks before he nods to himself as though finally having decided on something.

“On your face would be nice.”

Alban doesn’t even have to think twice, flashing a bright smile briefly he’s soon swallowing down his cock like a champion. No gagging, no choking, no nothing. It’s very clear that Alban has a lot of experience in what he’s doing. He can’t even bring himself to tell him to slow down, his his rock back up into Alban’s mouth and before he realizes it, he has his hands in his hair, holding him there as he fucks his mouth. Alban doesn’t even complain, he just moans louder.

“Face. Please.”

Those are the only two words he manages to get out before his cheeks and chin are splattered with cum. To seal the deal, Alban lifts his phone from his pants and takes a selfie for him while covered in his cum.

“Feel free to come back any time. All the Takaradachi could service your but I usually work nights, just ask for the manager!”

Still trying to comprehend what just happened, he does indeed take mental note of that. If he wants Alban again he needs to be here at night and ask for the manager. Next he’ll have that sweet ass of his and he’s going to ensure that no shelves are being restocked by him the next day. He knows for sure that with hips like those that there's no way he can't knock Alban up, it's just a matter of time until he's pregnant with his child and reliant on him for money. Even if they game he's playing is long, he intends to get his way in the end.