Open to anyone looking for a fight!!
Butler sat on the stool closest to the entrance of the back area, sipping on a scotch on the rocks and smoking a thick cigar. His eyes followed the ass of the scantily clad bartender as he sauntered back and forth filling out orders. Their eyes met occasionally and the bartender shot him a cheeky smile and then turned back to his duties. Butler chuckled to himself and turned his attention to the rest of the bar.
It wasn’t overly crowded, from what he could see in the dim lighting. The other waitstaff walked between booths and tables, shouting over the music to various patrons. Butler flicked his forked tongue out and tasted the air. The sweet taste of sweat and sexual desire wafted all around him and he drank it up in huge gulps. He fought best when he was riled up and like always, he wanted to win. Shooting the last of the whiskey down his throat, he raised his hand to get the bartender’s attention. The young man smiled and slowly walked over. His skin was a dark olive like Butler’s, but his body was lithe and short, with long black hair tied back in a ponytail. He was dressed in black lace panties, combat boots, and a black dog collar. His dark green eyes were glued to Butler’s hazel pair.
“What do you want snake boy?” The bartender asked, leaning forward on the bar, deftly avoiding the various pools of spilled liquor. Butler slipped his finger underneath the collar and pulled him closer, speaking directly into the bartender’s ear so his forked tongue flicked against his skin, “You know what I want Ludo…”. Ludo reached up and grabbed Butler’s outstretched wrist, replying “Tip me well enough and we’ll see.” He gingerly pried Butler’s hand off the collar and moved back, but not before lightly kissing him on the cheek. With a final wink, Ludo poured him another drink and then walked off to return to his duties, leaving Butler alone. He smiled to himself and took a sip of the whiskey as he felt a hand on his shoulder.
“You’re on, Butler.” The hand’s owner stated, revealing himself to be one of the club’s back area staff. Butler grunted in acknowledgement and rose from his stool, downing his drink in one gulp. He slowly took off his suit jacket, folded it in half and handed it to Ludo. Ludo shot him a confident smile and walked into the backroom to hang up his jacket. Butler rolled up the sleeves of his white button down and followed the staff member. They walked through the entrance to the back area, Butler being prompted to pay the fee which he handed over with no fuss.
The back area was as full as the front with a few handfuls of people milling around and placing bets. A few looked towards Butler and let out a yell of encouragement which he accepted with a nod. He knew a few people made money off his fights and he didn’t want to let them down. Butler looked up at the VIP section, its eternal darkness a constant question. One day he'd like to be accepted up there, just to see how it would feel to look down on people who couldn't see you. The staff member left Butler near the edge of the ring, telling him to wait there until he was called. Butler leaned against the ring and chomped down on his cigar, gazing at the room around him, trying to guess his next opponent.