It was a peculiar portrayal of defiance to see Richard grind up on another man. There was no wonder why he was upset, I mean Henry had just manipulated the ol' 'smoking is bad' Californian boy into nearly killing himself. But then again, when you think about it, this was no different from the usual daily occurrences that took place in the whorehouse. 'Babushka's Bussy Bonanza' was the name, quite a ridiculous series of words if you ask me. The questionable name of this place however didn't distract from the point that 'Henry Winter the Wonton Woozer' (before you ask, that is indeed his stripper name) was seething. As enjoyable as it was watching the glances Richard was throwing at Henry and the glares he received as reciprocation, I was not fond of the thought of being caught in the crossfire. As the model citizen whore I was, I took the initiative to warn Richard about dialing down the performance a little.
'Californian boy'
'What do you want Julian'
'You may want to take care of Henry over there before he strangles you'
'Kinky'
'Where in the whorehouse did you come from Jani?'
There was no one else than the esteemed head stripper Janaya who would chime into a conversation only to contribute the word 'kinky'.
'I heard you boys were talking about Henry choking our little Californian boy'
'Why does everyone refer to me as that?'
'Who knows 'ya know smoking is no good for ya' Papen'
'Papen the poor prostitute' was his name around here. Having been both poor and from California, no one could resist the urge to insult him.
'I'm with a client, both of you scram'
'He's a regular, I don't think he has any problem screwing you while you converse with us'
The client agreed with a hum, he had already been kneading his fingers into Richard's skin without the slightest hindrance from our words.
'The only thing he really has to be worried about is Henry pushing him off a ravine'
The client's fingers came to an abrupt halt as he looked up to see Henry suffocating him with his eyes.
'I'm sure it'll be fine though, Anushka will stop him before he breaks more than two arms'
'Unless you're going to pay me from your check Julian, I suggest you don't scare off my client'
'Calm down would you, you're the prostitute with the highest demand in miles, you'll have no problem finding your next disposable wallet'
'That is if Henry doesn't snap your neck and make use of it for his new stripper pole'
'JANI!'
'Sorry!'
Richard finally rose from his client's lap and kicked me in the shin before turning to face him.
'Consider this 'experience' to be a favour'
Richard paused.
'No, consider it my payment, since you did risk your life letting me use you to make Henry jealous'
The client paled considerably. He looked like the paper I wrote my manuscripts on.
'Huh- what?'
'I'll be going then'
'Wait-'
Richard walked towards Henry and swung his legs on either side of him. Henry was quick to react, grabbing him by the neck and throwing him off.
'Aww, they're so cute~'
'Agreed'
The client looked both perplexed and turned on. Creepy.
'Are they like those couples who have angry bed sex?'
'Fuck off you weirdo'
'Will do'
With that he scrambled off.
'So...'
'So?'
'Wanna fuck?'
'Don't you have a partner'
'Yeah and? You have on too'
'Jani?'
'Yes'
'Let us fuck'
'Let us fuck indeed'
A/N: I'm Gay. For shutterstock violins.
