Derrik followed the smaller boy to one of the private rooms.  It was lavishly decorated with cushioned seating, integrated music, and a pole for dancing.  The man lifted an eyebrow at it before glancing to Brandon who had changed the music and walked to the pole.<br/><br/>The large man walked to the couch, sitting down and letting one arm rest at the back of the sofa.  His other curled down to let his hand rest on his thigh as he watched, his eyes glued to the rather talented young man rutting and grinding against the pole.<br/><br/>Eventually, his shirt was removed, revealing flawless skin on his lithe frame.  Derrik licked his lips.  He'd much like to rub his hands along the boy's torso, feeling the smooth skin  without a hint of hair or blemish, just how he liked a boy.  The man's thumb brushed against the slowly growing bulge in his groin, toying with it slightly as both a small flirtatious gesture toward Brandon and a small bit of pleasure on his part.<br/><br/>"Very nice, boy."  Derrik murmured.