He slept for a very long time, in a deep restful sleep. When he woke up his smile faltered a little at the absence of the other warm body. He rolled over pulling Ambrosia's teddy bear into his arms. The poor creature was now missing an arm and an nose. Pushing himself off his bed, he sought to keep himself in shape going through a routine before walking his dog. It was late before he realized it and Galvin had just enough time to shower, grab food and get to the club.

when he was done he headed straight for the club and there was told that while pyce was there he was with someone who had asked for him by name. huffing a sigh he turned for the floor instead so he could keep the girls company and get a little of the worth out of his membership

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Galvin simply glared at Morgan by the time the blone came back to release him from his private cession. While he had made the club 10 grand richer, he now understood why no other girl would take the job leaving it up to him. He would have to have a talk with Ambrosia. It did not hurt him in the least but he could not let more clients like that slip past his doors. Shaking his head he took the offered drink and the news that Dick had arrived. By the time Galvin went to the main floors he discovered Ambrosia in a seat as if he were Hugh Hefner surround by Gay play boy bunnies. It was both annoying and amusing and he sought to break the dry humping fest up with a single snap of his fingers, grabbing the ladies attention. Galvin took his seat among the great divide of Ambrosia's pants and immediately ran his fingers along the metal groves of Ambrosia's zipper. “Surfs up?” He asked.

they fled like little birds as a great lacy black crow landed in their midst. he grinned, "i think i like lace almost as much as mesh though i must admit, you look like you fell in granny's naughty lingerie with scissors in one hand and a needle in the other." leaning in he nipped at the starting of a bruise half hidden by the black fabric

He twisted into the warm breath kissing on to the thin threads. “I'd like to see granny strut in these shoes …” His own hands found their way into the fluff of red hair and combed along Ambrosia's scalp. “But lace does not change in the light like mesh does, it does come in better colors.” His lips curved into a smirk, some how the man beneath him could always make him feel like a queen. “Do you need some medicine after going bald? I have to say the girls miss it as much as I do and for the life of me I can not figure out why you did it.”

he grinned. "it doesn't hurt but you can apply all the medicine you want~" nuzzling the lace away he bit down over the mark to make it his own. "we are both whores just my clients are much classier than yours.... would you believe me if i told you women find smooth balls attractive?" he chuckled darkly and nipped again, "though how your girls found out and how you found out that they found out i won't even bother asking"

"A little birdie might have slipped something at the bar while talking." He said "You know how rumors fly faster then light speed." He shifted in his seat "This does not explain why you are whoring yourself out... beyond your usual whoring of a lunch date."

i'm sure," shaking his head lightly he moved from nipping to resting, "business deals run a lot smother if there is something there to grease the wheels. a very important client liked red-heads with just a hint of jail-bait to them and i fit the bill. she bought me my first apartment and contributed a sizable amount of money we would rather have not had to talk to the bank about borrowing. everyone wins though once a year she comes down to renew her contract and though i am a little too old we pretend i am still fifteen and she is still thirty-five and everything runs smooth"

It explained a lot about Ambrosia, and that the man could speak so joviality about his scars made him realize the man did not know how deeply effected he truly was. This was Ambrosia's price. As much as Galvin wanted to stake Maia, he was too late, hindsight is a bitch, and it would do nothing to upset the status quo and more to upset Ambrosia. “I can see why you would want to be slick, no need to get stuck in an old lady vagina.” He looked away. “How long until you have to see her?”

It explained a lot about Ambrosia, and that the man could speak so joviality about his scars made him realize the man did not know how deeply effected he truly was. This was Ambrosia's price. As much as Galvin wanted to stake Maia, he was too late, hindsight is a bitch, and it would do nothing to upset the status quo and more to upset Ambrosia. “I can see why you would want to be slick, no need to get stuck in an old lady vagina.” He looked away. “How long until you have to see her?”

he was truly shocked and laughed loudly against pyce, "hardly, it is harder staying in then getting out at that point. every year she becomes more and more like a walk-in closet." controlling his mirth he leaned back in his chair so he could look the man in the eye and gauge his reaction, "two days, no calling no stalking no nothing. she is the second largest investor after maia and her money does not come with nearly so many strings"

There was nothing like the hot flash of granny tits and a walk in closet to make him sober. He gestured to a passing girl for another drink, but his eyes were held captive by Ambrosia's. "For how long?"

"the entire of the two days, from the moment i drive off to the moment i come back. everything has to be just so or she could back out." he did not mention that with how long she had been putting in it would be more likely at this point that it would be a severe reduction and a 'charitable' donation to the competition. it would be easier to say it was all or nothing and hope the man was smart enough to understand business and the whims of women with money

His hand found its way down the side of Ambrosia's caressing the muscle he knew the man favored most as his head bobbed in a nod. His lips silently sought out the others. "I will give you all the medicine you need when you return..." He opened his mouth to say more but didn't and at least let his eyes fall on to another part of Ambrosia's body.

a hum of desire and something else all but radiated off of the other and he let the grin find him again, "from the looks of you that might be much too far away.... you do know it is almost four days away right? you have time to have your fill of me"

His own desirable grin returned. Galvin pushed past his own selfish thoughts of another cession of rolling around in curry sauce "I suppose your other lovers would call me naive for asking this, but don't you want to spend time with them as well?"

he let his brow raise at that, "are you offering to give up your time so that i can give them more? eva i talk to a little less though she has begun emailing me at work so i do not lack any of the time i usually spend with her and cirro understands he must share me now with you"

For some strange reason, the other managed to make him feel ashamed. "Yes." He said into the cup that was offered to him. "I am trying to be better about sharing since they are just as important to you as I am."

he did not mention that the type of importance each held was different than what pyce was now and instead continued to slouch. "would you give up the rest of sunday then?

Pursing his lips he nodded. "I would."

he nodded then. if pyce felt guilty then it would be to the benefit of cirro alone. he did not care either way and was just happy enough he did not have to do anything though before the topic of the priest could pass he had one more thing to mention, "pyce, would you like a gris-gris?" letting his hand leave the other he pointed to the small bag at his chest, "like mine, for when i am gone?"

He looked at the gris gris with a raised eyebrow, remembering the few times he encountered Cirro's voodoo. He never told the other he tied the strain around his bed post and he certainly did not want any magic that would give him a concussion. He shook his head. "No thank you, I do not want to involve myself in something I do not understand."

"then what am i to you? you certainly seem fond of such things to me." sitting back up he wrapped his hands under and around pyce and lifted them both from the chair. the show was nice but he wanted to get the backstage pass more

Oddly he delighted in being toted across he room. Galvin curled his head into Ambrosia's chest and lightly nipped at the mans neck before closing his eyes. “You are a tangible thing I can piss off and beat the fuck up that I want to involve myself in.” He said with a smirk on his lips. “I do not want to ask favors of Cirros gods, not when I do not know their price.” When they neared his office he punched the door open.

the next few days went by quickly as they always did leading up to his weekend with miss diane and when he received the call from his brother's people he did not waste his time in readying for her

He found himself using this time to make amends with his family until his parents left on some missionary trip to a developing nation. His brother attempted in vain to get more information about Galvin's mysterious benefactor, the man he only knew as Dick. When his usual night with the other rolled around he some what felt at a lost. He did not need to be at the club and had no desire to go hunting. Randomly he bought a ticket to the production his old troupe was putting on.

after she had left he made sure to pack away his borrowed youth for another year and find something with which to entice the mystic. he was sure the man would be pleasantly surprized

It was hard catching up with acquaintances long forgotten and even harder filling the void of his secret life with a believable lie. He was able to get drinks and gyrate on a neon lit dance floor, even finding something to sedate the need between his loins. He crashed in his bed unable to sleep the rest of his night off even as his dog curled up in its usual spot beside him.

in the time they were apart things changed too much to be ignored but time with that woman had seemed to right some of the wrong that was galvin pyce and he accepted louvu with open arms


(skip to ambrosia finding pyce XD)

He was exhausted having cold plastic shoved up his anus, and a customer booking his time until the wee hours of the morning Galvin had forgotten what day it was until he came to his office and Ambrosia was impatiently shuffling through the paper work on his desk. He pressed his body against the backside, letting his hands reach around Ambrosia until he was firmly in his hold. He nipped at the others ear gently rocking against the firm flesh.

he saw pyce come in but did not move from the paperwork until the other came up behind him and caught him in an embrace. he leaned back enough to let the man know he wasn't being rejected. "you act as if you have not seen me in years. if i did not know better i would assume you've finally become a woman." he felt pyce tense as if to say something but did not give the man a chance to distract him. "your paperwork does not seem complete"

A low growl emitted from his throat and he was saved from giving a nasty retort as the other pointed out his paperwork. He slid from behind the warm body and leaned beside him at the desk. "It will be done before I leave." He moved walking around the desk and falling into his large office chair. As he bounced he rested his legs on the hard wood crossing both them and his arms. "What can I do for you Mr. Dick?" He said with a smirk on his lips.

his brow raised as a very fine and precariously dainty pair of shoes nearly disrupted the paperwork. he let his eyes wander up slowly as he spoke, "i mean that there seems to be accounts with nothing in them even though the logs you have given me already have the times they have markered filled. though.... after i am done you can book me for ten minutes with your best girl"



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He nearly missed the command, dragging his feet from the desk and rising to look over what the other was saying. "I don't understand I check every thing myself." He pulled the papers towards him. "Are you sure?"

he held up a folder, "this one, it is a marlowe price, he is a sunday and wednesday client. i see sunday receipts but fuck-all for wednesday even though he never called off his appointment and the others all have the same issue. each one has an unaccounted day missing which, while not unusual in of itself is rather suspect when you take not that is four clients in one week and all of the data logs and i am sure if i talk to the customers they will say they were charged just the same. someone is making a little extra money on my time"

Galvin looked at the clients on the list and could immediately tell who had been short changing him. It was a shame they did not think to mask themselves by doing it to different clients and he felt foolish for not noticing sooner, least of all trusting them. He took a deep breath "Would you like a drink while I go fire people?"

looking up he let his face melt into a grin, "what? and miss a chance to put the fear of god and gagarin into a couple of fresh heads? i want to be the one yelling while you fire away"

Galvin bowed gracefully at the door. "Then by all means lead the way. Ryan is with a customer right now, Stacy is on the floor and Ivy is probably about to do a number on the main stage, if you go and warm them up I will go and ask Ellen if she can step in and dance for Jeanie."

rolling his shoulders in a shrug he meandered out. he wasn't going to dance but he certainly was going to warm everyone up with what he had to say

He rounded the corner with the two 'girls' while the other was on the floor. One moved listlessly at the realization of being caught while the other struggled and lied and demanded proof of his wrong doings. As if on cue, Ambrosia commanded the floor. A hushed wave flowed through the crowd so deafening that the outside sounds of rain could be heart pelting the roof. The words rolled over every one making them rub their collars with unease. Even the girl Galvin was holding stopped fighting and felt as if he were shaking. When he finished two more bodies from the crowd dropped their guises and Galvin ushered them to their lockers and out of the back door into the pouring rain. He pinched his brow and an unexpected chill raced down his spine. He shook it off as though the cause were the freezing droplets of water, but he realized why that man ruled the world, and why Maia held him as her favorite. Galvin recovered himself, never letting Ambrosia see him unnerved . .He stroked the other on the shoulder. “Two of those girls were booked until 4 am, would my new employee like to take some of the spots? Other wise your ten minutes start now and I will see again at five.”