"Good luck massaging some old geezers butt," Cole laughed.
Ken laughed too but dreaded what he said. Most of the customers are old men in their 40s, with the rest peppered in between. What he said may actually come to fruition. But that is still unlikely since both staff and customer should have consent.
Cole bid goodbye as he immediately found a person ready to massage him. The guy is a bit taller than they are, with no muscles on his buddy, probably hiding in that meager layer of fat. The guy is shy at the start, which is strange for a guy older than them. But when Cole gave him his consent, the guy giddied up in excitement. They disappeared among the crowd and into their respective massage rooms.
Ken mumbled. Dumb Cole got his first guy faster than him. It wasn't a competition but it felt like one in his mind. Sure, he won and nothing would change if he just sat here doing nothing. He rose from the pebble stones chair and looked for people he massages on.
One of Ken's criteria in choosing a guy is if he can give them an actual massage. Sure, massaging a huge hunk would be nice. But can he actually massage such a huge slab of muscle? He doesn't think so. But if a hunk actually came for him and asked for a massage, he'd accept it without hesitation.
Ken walked his rounds among the crowd. He could see the numbers dwindling but quickly replenished by new customers and staff pouring from the doors.
Out of the crowd, his eye fished a tall hunk. The guy is alone, and he's trying his best to look for staff to take care of. All of which are denied, which is strange. That guy is one thick cut of meat. He's tall, his slight tan is giving huge props in revealing more of his abs. And best of all, he looks Asian.
Ken's eyes beamed to the left to see a familiar sight. It's that brown-haired brat from earlier in Petiole hall. And it seems like he's having the same misfortunes as the first guy Ken saw. While Ken was looking at the kid, the runt leaned his head and their eyes met. He raised his hands and waved at Ken.
Of course, Ken can decide to disappear into the crowd and look for more people. Or probably hit the first guy with an invitation since he still hasn't found a consenting staff by the looks of it.