The naked clerk was dumbfounded.

A black mùkèlako, rarer than an Ultimate Alturix, wanted to prostitute himself?

This was crazy!

But … this was a heaven-sent opportunity!

How much money would the house make?

How much would he make?

If this was true, then he’d hit the jackpot!

How could he even begin to think about refusing? “Well, well, Precious Customer, of course, you can! As a matter of fact, black mùkèlako like you will never lack customers if you join us!”

Mùndò slightly frowned. “Why would I never lack customers—even though I won’t mind it, obviously?” he asked.

“You don’t know? That’s because you black folks’ pussies are the most pleasurable out of all the ethnicities and species! And a mùkèlako, on top of that! How many customers would you be able to take in one sitting? How many kinks would you be able to satisfy? Do you now understand your value, now?” the Roland said with an eager glint in his eyes.

The young black man grinned. “I understand, so how do I sign up?”

“Well, stay still, I’ll register you in a jiffy!”

The Roland pressed a button, then a white screen appeared before him. Then, an elliptical ebony contraption rose from a hidden slot over the counter, bathing the prospective prostitute in a crimson hue.

Seconds later, the machine retreated where it came but a beady pink bracelet tipped by a scarlet pearl rose from a tinier concealed slot.

The clerk beckoned Mùndò, and handed him the bracelet. “Prime Pleasurer Bòkoeyo, The Leering Glass House welcomes you into his ranks as a collaborator,” he declared with a jaunty smile.

The young man, putting the bracelet on his right wrist, then asked, “Thanks, but what does a prime pleasurer mean and how am I going to get paid?”

“The Prime Pleasurer is a title bestowed upon any collaborator whose sexual prowess, personal attractiveness, and techniques are the top tier. Their services are given within the rooms with the best amenities, among other things. I took the liberty of giving you such title because of your ethnicity, your obvious handsomeness, and status as a mùkèlako, despite not having any proof of your sexual abilities, but I believe you’re a quick study, right?” he replied with a wink over a sly grin.

The young man nodded with a smug smile.

You bet he’s a quick study!

He’ll make his customers squeal in rapture!

“This status also translates to a much higher salary but also the ability to schedule your work hours, and you can afford to refuse to perform on a potential customer regardless of the reason, which is something many of our lower ranks collaborators dream but never receive …’ he added.

‘However—and that’s the concept here as you can see— even in our highest amenities, customers who can afford our most expensive collaborators will get to see from the glass your performances. Some even … pleasure themselves on the spot as it is vehemently allowed here, hehehe…’ the Roland explained as he waved his left hand on the couples behind.

Mùndò inwardly nodded.

So that’s why the rooms were see-through!

They’re a voyeuristic brothel, front to back!

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He also noticed that the collaborators had their bracelets on their wrists while they performed, but funnily enough, they didn’t have an audience this time aside from them…

‘But to be more precise about your salary, your net salary will be what’s left of the cut the House takes and your handler as well. In your case, that’ll be ten percent for the house, and five for the handler, so you’re left with eighty-five, but then that doesn’t cover the planet taxes which are currently at twenty percent. So it’s more like sixty-five, and to clear any potential headaches, the money that’ll appear on your bank account would’ve already been taxed, so you’re good.’

‘Like everyone, you’re paid on performance only, however, unlike our tertiary and secondary collaborators, our Prime Pleasurers do receive a sizable wage every cycle starting from the day they began their tenure. Have I answered your question?” the Roland asked.

“You did, but I would like to know the medium in which I would be paid, and what’s a handler?”

“Ah yes! I forgot about that! That’s where the bracelet comes in. Customers will pay you by using their fingers to touch the crimson pearl, which will credit your bank account—minus the other fees—and don’t worry, they’re an authentication process, so you can perform without any worries.’

‘A handler in our case is the person who will take care of any customers who want to spend quality time with you, tell you if they’ve made an appointment with you, maintain your schedule, and take care of miscellaneous stuff you don’t have to worry about so you can focus on doing your job, understood? Oh, by the way, I’m your handler, so please help me make some money, hehehehe…” he said with a small chuckle.

Mùndò sneered.

Here’s an avowed opportunist.

Is he tired of his desk job already? “And how will you juggle being my handler and your current job?” he asked, eyeing the counter.

He had an idea about his answer, but he wanted to make sure.

The Roland laughed. “The Prime Pleasurers tend to have their personal handler, unlike the others, so I’m going to hand over this counter job to someone else, and once we’re done, we’ll be on our way! Oh, my name’s Pelem Ciblo—oh wait, I’m sorry, you would know about it…” he said in a contrite voice.

The black man shook his head. “You did well, since I didn’t check your identity anyway. You can call me Mùndò,” he replied with a subtle smile.

He knew it! This dude wanted out of that job!

Hopefully, he’ll do his job just like a man who removes the blemishes his car accrues daily.

Reassured, Pelem then reached his earpiece serried across his right ear and struck it lightly.

He got in touch with another worker who promised to be there within a few minutes.

In the meantime, the newest Prime asked other questions whom his new Handler promptly answered.

Their discussion was interrupted when the double door groaned open, letting a cute female Roland.

Her spiky hair hung on her right shoulder as a braid below which she wore an ample gray dress.

Her lime eyes darted towards the mùkèlako, settling down on his nether regions where they gleamed with passion.

Passion that grew into a boner—which she didn’t even bother to hide—, pitching a tent in her garment. “Ooowee, what have we got here? A hot guy in my midst! Now, I know why you wanted to become his handler! If I’d been in your shoes, I would’ve done the same! Oopsie, I forgot to introduce myself, I’m Landria Iccem, nice to meet you…” she said expectantly, her left hand already caressing the mùkèlako right side while her veiled erection was within inches of his crotch.

“Mùndò Bòkoeyo. Nice to meet you too, but now that I’m a collaborator here, I’m afraid I’ll have to charge you if you want to bury your cock inside my channels, and the ride is pretty expensive, so can you afford me?” he replied with a raised brow and a cocky grin.

Landria laughed. “Oooh, but you just started here … how could I know if you can deliver up to the house standards? How about…” she trailed, then kicked aside her flip-flops, then shrugged off her dress, revealing her hairless silhouette, boasting erect tits and dick!

Her cock was smaller than the previous Roland he encountered, so he wasn’t impressed, although her lavender scent stifling a residue of sweat permeated her bodywork.

“You give me a free blowjob, then we’ll negotiate on how we’ll take it further, how about that?” she declared, leering her prey with a lick of her lips.

Mùndò smiled derisively.

This woman clearly can’t afford him, and he has to give her a freebie?

If they were close, he’ll have no problem having her as a sex friend, but to be this brazen, this … almost entitled, would only net her a hard pass as well.

So, he shook his head. “No can do, Landria,” he said, then turning his head towards his handler, he asked, “So handler, where’s my place of work?”

Pelem, seemingly dazed by the exchange, gathered his wits when he noticed he was spoken to, he led his collaborator away.

“Hey Mùndò, if you change your mind, you know where to find me!” she said, not minding his rejection, grabbing her clothes which disappeared inside a black bead chiseled within a dark green bracelet on her left wrist.

The mùkèlako eyes flashed when he saw the bracelet!

A space-folding band!

He’ll definitely need that to store his future belongings!

Oh, money, money, money!

Let’s make a ton of money!

“You’re coming?” he heard Pelem say behind him.

He nodded, and they walked towards an elevator on the lobby’s left wing while Landria took over Pelem’s job in her birthday suit…