Au Pair

Content Warning:trans man character (man with a pussy), trans female side character (girl with a dick), dilf, age difference, relationship with a power imbalance, manipulation, over-stimulation, boss/employee, noncon/dubcon, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, cheating, mention of birth control tampering, exhibitionism, voyeurism, sex work, drug use (ecstasy), mind-break (temporary), impregnation

Author Note:Just a heads up, this story is going to consistently be fairly dark so mind the tags!

Being Tony D'Angelo's personal fuck-toy paid well but it was still a lot of work, especially when combined with taking care of his daughter during the day, so it wasn't long before Noah was desperate for a night out on the town to let off some steam.

Once upon a time Noah had loved going out to the club with his friends— dancing and drinking the night away, but he'd fallen out of touch with them since he'd become a teacher. So, when his old friend, Tommy, reached out to him unexpectedly one day and invited him to their old hangout that Saturday night Noah jumped to accept his invitation where he might have hesitated just a few months before. A teacher couldn't really get away with getting sloppy drunk at the club in the age of social media, after all.

Noah wasn't a teacher anymore, though, and the more nights passed with him on his back, legs spread with his employer's fat cock pounding his shameless cunt the less Noah thought about going back to his previous job.

On the surface he might be working as an au pair, but deep down Noah knew being Tony's private whore was how he wasreallypaying his bills. It'd even managed to put him in the black after his monthly loan payments for once— though only briefly as he'd takenanotherloan to get his aunt into a new therapy program. Still, he'd get paid again at the end of the month and since food and board came part of his salary Noah could stretch his credit card a little further to pay for some overpriced cocktails at the club.

"Thereyou are! Damn, dude, it's been ages!" Tommy said when Noah caught up to him a block or two away from Club Paris.

"Good to see you, finally," Noah said with a warm smile and went in for a hug. He didn't miss the way Tommy's eyes lingered on him when they pulled apart a moment later but he didn't say anything. After so long off the club scene Noah had gone out of his way to dress for the occasion so Tommy's ogling him was appreciated, if anything.

It was an open secret in their friend group that Tommy had a thing for Noah that the former teacher had never reciprocated; fortunately, it hadn't gotten in the way of their friendship in the past. He knew Tommy had a girl he was seeing these days so that made things easier for Noah and his admittedly slutty outfit. After so long stuck in slacks and button ups as a teacher he'd dug deep into his closet and pulled out his tiniest shorts, fish nets, over-sized leather jacket, and a piece of tissue paper masquerading as a cropped t-shirt that left nothing of his pierced nipples to the imagination for the occasion.

"Y-yeah, you too, man," Tommy said, seeming to have trouble deciding where to look. "Sherry and Diana are already inside, I think," he continued a moment later when he decided looking anywherebutNoah was probably the safest bet.

Pleased to discover he still had it after all, Noah grinned and took Tommy by the arm to drag him along towards the club. "Great! Let's go— I amdyingfor a drink!"

Feeling bold, Noah cut the line that had formed outside the club and, after a brief once-over by the bodyguard, made it inside no problem. Tommy wasn't dressed quite so obviously as Noah was, but he was a fit, good looking guy and the club was famously queer friendly so getting him inside was just as easy.

Being a popular gay scene wasn't the only thing Club Paris was famous for, of course. It was a well known for down and dirty parties where one didn't have to go far to find someone tucked into a corner booth selling little bags of pills and whatever other party drugs a person could possibly ask for (plus several others besides) and, most important to Noah, they weren't shy on their pours at the bar.

The girls shrieked with delight when they saw him and he laughed, equally happy to see them. They all went to the bar for the first of many rounds while they waited for the rest of their group to show up.

~~~

Tony didn't own Club Paris but he had close business ties to the guy who did so he'd spent plenty of time in the VIP room there over the last few years. The club was a popular place to meet if you operated a business outside the law since the local cops had long since stopped showing up for anything less than an active shooter on premises after several discreet 'donations' to certain political campaigns from people like Tony and his various business partners over the years.

Meetings there were usually more pleasure than business, though therewasplenty of business talk over the first round or two of drinks while they waited for the entertainment to show up.

They were in a lull now and Tony was nursing a glass of whiskey while he stared down at the dance floor through the tinted window that took up most of the wall in the second floor VIP room. It offered an excellent view of the dancers as they swayed and twined with one another to the beat of whatever club number the dj was pumping through the speakers. The way they some of the dancers were moving was almost indistinguishable from sex, though the longer Tony watched the more certain he was at least a few of them were havingliteralsex— not just pantomiming it to a beat.

"Entertainment's here," someone called from behind Tony and the mob boss saw several scantily clad new arrivals enter the room in the reflection of the glass.Throughthe glass, however, a familiar someone had caught his eye.

Noah, dressed like he'd aimed to match the prostitutes that had just walked into the VIP room, was dancing with some guy Tony didn't recognize but was being entirely too handsy with the mob boss' property for his taste.

"You boys take your pick," he told his business partners, lips curling into a self-satisfied little smile. "I brought my own."

~~~

Dancing with Tommy was fun enough that it wasn't much of a struggle for Noah to push down concerns about the man's notably absent girlfriend. It was hard to care about that kind of thing after two stiff cocktails when the beat was hitting just right and his partner really knew how to move.

He didn't think much about his own boyfriend, Dante, either. Ever since that unsatisfying evening together and Tony's increasing demands for his time Noah had been bad about texting him, still in denial over the whole thing. He just needed some time to think away from both his boyfriendandhis boss. So what if thinking happened along with some drinking and dancing?

Realizing that his buzz was starting to fade, Noah gestured to Tommy and their friends that he was going back for another drink. When Tommy offered to come with, though, Noah only smiled and waved him off before leaving the dance floor— no easy task with how many hot, writhing bodies had managed to pack themselves into the space.

Cramped though it was, the crowd made for an admittedly electric atmosphere in the club and Noah was riding high on that alone when he made a brief detour into the bathroom. Someone in the next stall over was definitely fucking but he didn't pay it any mind despite there being more discreet side rooms to get away with that kind of thing elsewhere in the club.

When he left again, Noah was brought up short by a nondescript but none-the-less familiar face.

"Mark," Noah said, mouth suddenly dry. He didn't really know the guy personally but hedidknow he was one of Tony's right hand men from the times he'd come to the house. Mark didn't talk much but Tony trusted him and that was all Noah really needed to know on the matter.

"The boss has an offer for you," Mark said and handed him a bit of paper then gestured up towards the VIP room that overlooked the dance floor. You couldn't see through the tinted glass at all from this side but it followed that wasn't the case frominside.

Heart suddenly drumming in his chest, Noah accepted the slip of paper and realized it was actually one of Tony's business cards folded in half. On the back was a dollar amount that made the au pair's mouth go even drier. Noah wasn't stupid— he could guess the kind of things Tony was expecting for his time in a VIP room for that amount of money.

"I-I'm here with some friends," Noah eked out, face flushed as he averted his gaze from Mark's impenetrable one. He didn't know how much Tony might have told him about the sort of 'extra' work Noah was doing for him but no doubt it'd be obvious now.

Mark didn't seem to care much either way. "He says come now or don't come at all. Your choice." As an afterthought, the taciturn man added, "They just called in a bunch of escorts— he won't be lonely."

Noah hesitated a moment, torn between spending a rare night out with friends and an extra pay day. Under all that a small but prideful part of him was irrationally irked by the thought of his boss paying someoneelsefor sex when the man already hadhimon retainer. Eventually, he nodded, and Mark lead the way towards the stairs while Noah told himself he was only doing it for the money and not the illicit allure of playing Tony's whore in public or an absurd urge to defend 'his turf' from some unknown whore.

He was fairly certain no oneactuallygave him a second look on his way up to the VIP room and yet the back of Noah's neck burned with shame, certain everyone he passed knew exactly what he was going up there to do. Despite that (or maybe because of it), Noah grew more aroused with every step he climbed to the second floor, skin flush, nipples hard, and pussy aching with anticipation for whatever devastating debauchery Tony was about to inflict on him.

Mark knocked briefly on the door then opened it and waved Noah inside.

The au pair's eyes were immediately drawn to Tony where he stood by the window overlooking the dance floor, heart jumping into his throat and heat blossoming below his navel when his boss turned to look at him.

"There'smy special order," Tony remarked with a smug grin and waved him over.

Noah went obediently to the older man's side, taking in the opulent but but salaciously decorated interior of the VIP room with its plush, velvet furniture, low lighting, and private bar as he went. He'd never actually managed to get an in here before and he'd be lying if he said it wasn't a little titillating to be there at his own employer's behest now.

Mark had been right, there were a few high-end escorts already there, easy to spot in their sumptuous but slutty finery— as well as two other men and a woman that Noah assumed were Tony's collaborators in some business or another.

He wasn't paid to know who those people were, so Noah didn't ask— just sidled up to Tony and said, "Hi, Daddy," in the most sultry tone he could manage. He could manage quite a lot, too, since he'd had a friend in college that had done this sort of work on the regular.

Tony immediately noted the shift and quirked a brow up at the change but didn't seem to dislike the role Noah was offering to play. "Hey, baby," he said and slipped one of his thick, muscular arms around the younger man then leaned down to kiss him while groping Noah's shapely ass.

The man's tongue was hot and insistent as it plunged into Noah's mouth and the au pair welcomed him in, groaning a little at the intensity of it as Tony dragged him in against his body and revealed that his cock was already rock hard inside the oppressive confines of his tailored jeans. When Tony broke their kiss a moment later, Noah surreptitiously stroked the length of the other man's dick through the front of his pants and asked, "Should I help you with this, Daddy?" in a low, husky tone meant for his ears alone.

"Have a few drinks in you already, don't you," Tony mused, though the mob boss seemed pleased all the same. He jerked his chin at the bar and said, "go get another then come find me."

Tony gave Noah a firm slap on the ass then went to take a seat by one of his partners, leaving Noah to his own devices for a moment. The tender of the VIP room's private bar took his order without comment, eyes carefully on his work in a very pointed way Noah knew all too well having grown up in a mob affiliated family.

The au pair took a long swig of his drink when he got it then joined Tony on the couch, passing a raised platform with a pole along the way. A woman his own age, maybe a few years older, was using it to dance, working the pole with a languid, graceful ease that made it obvious she was either a professional or had gone out of her way to learn pole dancing to pad out her repertoire for escort work.

She was good— really good, and while Tony and his associates were only half-watching her she proved ample distraction for Noah. He knew better than to pay too much attention to any 'business' discussion Tony was having so between the dancer and Tony's hand thrust down the front of his top to play with one of his pierced nipples Noah barely heard a word out of his boss' mouth.

"Want one?" one of the other escorts, a man a few years younger than Noah asked when he offered a small pill around the time the au pair finished his drink. When Noah gave the pill a skeptical look, the other man added, "Oh don't worry, it's clean. We've got a great dealer here— really high end stuff." To prove his point he popped the pill himself, then offered Noah another from the same small, plastic baggy.

Noah was no stranger to partying, but it'd been awhile since he'd done any drugs beyond weed. Still, he'd spent enough time in the scene to recognize ecstasy when he saw it. After a moment's hesitation he took the pill and washed it down with the last of his drink. "Thanks," he said and the other man smiled.

"No problem, sweetie," he said, then, in a confidential tone, added, "Always helps the night go a little faster for me."

Noah got another drink and found himself up on stage before he'd gotten halfway through it, dancing with the girl from before. They shared the pole for a bit, and while Noah was nowhere near so acrobatic as his partner, he thought he did pretty well all the same and she seemed to share that opinion.

"Haven't seen you around here before," she murmured and wrapped her arms around him while the danced on stage in a way that could only be described as blatantly sexual. She ground her hips against his ass as they did and it occurred to Noah that she definitely had a dick.

"I'm Tony's," Noah confided, shivering a little as she ran her hands down his chest and over the flat of his stomach.

"Mr. D'Angelo's? Wow," she murmured, seeming surprised, or possibly impressed— it was getting harder for Noah to tell as the ecstasy kicked in. He'd felt a little anxious getting up on stage with the woman at first, but now her every touch was electric and it was hard to pay attention to what she was even saying, especially when he noticed Tony watching him from the sofa.

Somehow those dark, penetrating eyes filled Noah's entire vision, consuming him to the point he lost all track of what was going for awhile until he came around some time later to find himself on his back with the dancer looming over him while he lay on the stage.

She was a beautiful creature— bottle blonde with dusky features, dark eyes, and the best tits money could buy, but it was her scent that really held Noah's attention for some reason. He'd never really been into girls but there, in the center of the room with all eyes on them and the specific sort of bliss that only came from particularly excellent chemicals humming through his veins, Noah was more than willing to spread his legs for her.

The au pair had no idea where his shorts had gotten to but he must have taken them off at some point as the woman slipped her cock into his wet, aching cunt with no resistance and a gush of warmth that made them both moan.

"Oh, sweet thing you feel so good," the escort panted as she began to fuck him there on stage in front Tony, his business partners, and their various hired whores. "I never knew boy-cunt was this good," she moaned wantonly and picked up the pace of her thrusting.

Girl dick, Noah decided, wasn't quite as good as boy dick, butdidcome with the added bonus of big, bouncing tits, so it mostly evened out in his opinion. Well, when it came to regular dick, anyways— Noah wasn't sure any dick could match up to what he'd gotten from Tony thus far, but he was too lost in the moment to give much thought to it, especially with the woman's impressive tits jiggling hypnotically in front of his very eyes. Without thinking, he lifted his head and caught one of her rosy nipples in his mouth and began to suckle while she fucked him, driving the woman on top of him to new gasping heights.

"That's right, sweetie, suck mommy's tits!" she gasped, no longer performing for their audience, but genuinely enraptured as she plowed roughly into him. "Harder!"

~~~

Tony was normally the jealous type but he had to admit that watching a woman bang his personal whore was extremely fucking hot. He'd already been pleased that Noah had shown up to the VIP room ready to work, as it were, in that slutty little get up of his, but this twist in the evening had been an unexpected pleasure.

He hadn't missed the fact that one of the other escorts had offered his au pair ecstasy but he'd been more than happy to see how it played out and now he was glad he had. Noah was moaning and writhing under the gorgeous dick-girl his business partner, Alan, had hired and Tony was more into it than he'd expected.

Still, he wasn't about to let her come in him— Tony had put in too much effort setting the stage to personally impregnate the man to let that happen.

"Enough of that," he said sharply and while the woman didn't notice, Noah did. Even drugged up and out of his head the younger man obeyed and when Tony added, "You want cock, I'll give you some cock," Noah quickly extricated himself from her in short order to stumbled back to his master's side.

"Good boy," he crooned at his au pair and eased his uncomfortably stiff cock out of his pants to tap the swollen head against Noah's plush, wet lips. "Good boy," he repeated with a soft groan of pleasure when the younger man took the hint and gratefully welcomed his length into the soft, warm embrace of his eager mouth.

"Fuck, bitch really knows how to give head, huh?" Alan remarked from where he sat one seat over from Tony, watching as Noah took his boss to the hilt in one fell swoop.

Smug at the open admiration, Tony caressed Noah's close-cropped hair then dragged him in closer so the head of his cock was rammed halfway down the younger man's throat. He only squirmed a little— gag reflex seemingly obliterated by the cocktail of hard liquor and ecstasy humming through his bloodstream. "Still breaking him in, but he's taking it like a champ," Tony remarked affectionately then turned the discussion back to the previous subject.

Noah seemed desperate to suck Tony off to completion but the mob boss kept himself right on the edge for a long time while he and Alan talked details. He could tell Noah was growing frustrated but that only amused him further.

"Fuck! Stop talking a minute I'm about to come," Alan told Tony with a groan, hips jerking as he fucked his hired whore's mouth. Like Noah, she had abandoned the stage to get on her hands and knees in front of her customer, massive tits and dick bouncing with her efforts. Alan came a moment later, unloading down the woman's throat while she dutifully sucked and swallowed him.