Midas, the city of fortune, at least that's what's written on the official website of the city hall. If you ask me, it's just a big pile of shit situated on Alcestis also known as Kepler-22b. A Metropol concentrated on producing high-quality weapons and high-tech for combat and espionage. It's no wonder that the city is bustling with corporate asholes and lawless scumbags that all have their agendas. Corporates that seek "fortune" and are ready to do the most gruesome things to climb the ladder. Criminals that use those desires to not only get money but also for goods that they otherwise wouldn't be able to acquire. It's a symbiotic relationship that profits both sides, except when someone walks out of line and brings everything to fall. If something like that happens it is mostly solved with blood and guns. That's why you need to be able to do anything to survive no matter the consequences, otherwise, this city will swallow you whole.

I always asked myself what it would be like to live the life of a corporate swine. Every time they entered our club and sought pleasure, I looked at their expensive suits, luxury watches, and stacks of money with jealousy. But I knew that I would never have a chance of living their lives, not with me being a pleasure boy, not with my past. I could only taste their wealth when I let them use me and take their money. After my first corporate, I realized how much better they pay, and that sex is not the only thing a man can desire. And just like the name of our club says, we take care of all their "desires". Unfortunately, in my twenty-two years of living and twelve years of working, I only met two men that sought not pleasure but comfort. At the end of the day, even if they seem nice at the beginning, men always want the same thing, sex.

With years of experience and flattery, I made myself a name in Desire. Every customer knew me and wanted to spend at least a second in my presence, but unfortunately for them, they didn't have enough money. "I was reserved for the VIPs" that's what my boss at least said. He knew that by making me untouchable he could demand much more money from the others, and I didn't have anything against it, at least with that I could escape most of the violence and as a bonus get more money.

I used more than twenty percent of my pay for anything that could preserve my face. I knew that only making me expensive would not make me desirable, not even for all those corporates that like to show off their wealth. Only thanks to my fair skin, which had no marks or scars, that was smooth to touch, and my "pretty" face that still gave me a boyish look I could survive. With my shoulder-length white hair styled to give me a messy vibe, I embodied the perverse wishes of those scumbags.

Not forgetting that I worked for the high society of Midas, I also needed to dress as if I belonged to them. From suits to expensive brand clothing, everything was bought with my wallet. "If you want to stay relevant and don't want to be working like the others you need to do something with that shitty style of yours!" threatened my boss the moment he realized what customers I got. So, I did what he said and changed everything about me. And if I can work for the rich and not the dirty pack, I'm okay with it.

Despite the fact I was paid much better than the other boys and girls at Desire, I still struggled with the expenses. It seemed that it was not easy to fake that I belonged to high society that was at least until I met David. David Lopez, one of the rich rich, precisely the head executive of Micro Corps. A company specialized in high tech for espionage that worked closely with the government. He realized that thanks to the clients I get, I'm a very good source of information, so he gave me an offer. He will pay for my freedom and give me at least half a million sols with which I could escape this shithole and live a normal life if I spy for him for the next ten years. Without even thinking about the dangers behind this deal I accepted as the only thing I thought about was that I could finally leave this planet for good.

David was young for his position, twenty-five, if the website of the company didn't lie. I never asked why he of all people was the head executive of one of the biggest companies of Midas, it wasn't something I was interested in. It was always a nice change of pace when I visited him. Meeting a handsome young man, thanks to his brown healthy skin and muscular body was refreshing from the other encounters I have, mostly with older men that I wouldn't even touch with a pincer. I could see that there was some kind of sexual tension between us two but despite what I normally would expect from such a young man David stayed always professional.

This deal happened five years ago and until now nothing has occurred that could have ruined it. Everything went smoothly. My boss and the clients didn't know that I was spying for Micro Corps. David got his information and I made extra cash and waited for the day of my escape. My "missions" included nothing special, mostly I just needed to be beside my clients. They think that a whore is too dumb to understand what they are saying or with whom they are talking. I'm like an accessory that isn't relevant, that's why it's so easy to spy on them. 

Every new year's festival I went out to "John's", a small bar in the central plaza of Midas. I drank one shot of vodka and stayed there for exactly ten minutes until the clock hit midnight and the new year started. After that, I stood up and went directly to Desire to begin my work. It was that ticking of the clock and the change of those numbers that indicated a new year that reminded me I was one year nearer to my escape.

I don't have any friends, mostly because attachments make you vulnerable, especially in a city like Midas. That's why most of the other boys and girls in Desire stay far away from me. I can see jealousy in those eyes just the same jealousy that I had for all those corporates, and that's why it wouldn't be wise to show my friendly side to others. They would use any chance they could get to replace me and stop working for the regulars. I understand them and would do the same, that's why I don't hate anyone of them, but I still try to be at a distance.

The only ones I keep talking to on a "friendly" basis are David, John, and Liz a shopkeeper on the opposite side of Desire, she sells mostly used gadgets and weapons, still, there is something about her that makes it easy to stay in her presence and talk about trivial things. You could say she is my escape from reality where I pretend, I'm not selling my body for cash every day.

Everything seemed to work perfectly, and I couldn't wait for the time I would leave this hell hole but unfortunately, nothing is that easy, especially in Midas. Two days ago, one of the biggest disasters in Mida's history happened. Some group of people, no one knows if it were criminals or some other company, broke into multiple high-security research centers and stole numerous secret projects of the four biggest companies in our city, which includes Micro Corps. Following this shit, one of the four heirs to the Solstice company arrived in Alcestis, to find out what happened, who did it, and to retrieve the lost tech. Solstice is one of the biggest companies of mankind they own Alcestis and at least fifty percent of all the companies on this planet.

Now David is more than ever eager to use my abilities to get the information he needs to find the culprits behind this heist and get some plus points with Solstice. This means that my not-so-dangerous side job evolved into a death trap. Now I not only hear what others say but I also need to steal documents and install hidden cameras in the houses of suspects. If that wasn't enough, I had the unfortunate luck to get involved with our special guest in Midas which only means more problems that I need to watch out for.

And all this started with the new assignment David gave me one week after the incident, which was visiting Jorvik Andersson, the head executive of Hel, a company specializing in droids and war machines, and finding hidden documents relating to a program named Odin. I knew the moment I saw what happened in Midas on the TV that I was fucked and will need to try to survive as I always do, no matter the collateral damage.

If after all of this, I still live I will demand from David an advance for our deal, if not I think I will explode.