Hired for Love? (Pewdiecry)

Dressing room 'fun'

Cry's POV:

Watching the Swede made me...well it made everything difficult. First off, I kept having to remember he isn't mine. Those legs were not mine to touch....his lips weren't mine to taste...his moans weren't mine to hear...and those eyes...the pre blue eyes that make my heart skip oooh and his smile-STOP that Ryan! Bad! He isn't yours...remember that! Then I look back and that thought completely erases in favor of a new one. And lets just say 'something' else likes that new idea as well. Something that took a lot of effort to cover up. Something that definitely wouldn't go away any time soon. Looking around for something to take my mind off of my current...issue I suddenly see all of the hungry eyes staring at my blondie. I mean Pewdie.

When the lights dimmed again leaving a soft glow on the performers relief flooded throughout my body and coursed through my veins. Now I don't have to worry about anyone stealing him from me-myyy business. Yeah, there we go. Not from me, but from the business! Why would I want him? He is just a prostitute after all.

I was dragged from my thoughts when people began holding up money. I shrugged it off though and went back to serving drinks. This always happens. The girls make extra money for after shows and they only allow one guy with the most money in hand. Same as always.

I sigh serving my ninth apple martini in a row, until I hear a low whisper and chuckle from my right. "Looks like the blue eyed boy is up next, I'm planning to hold up 3,000. God is he hot." My eyes widen and I bite my lip whipping my head around to see the stage. Pewdie is up next....Pewdiepie is up next! Fuck! Without thinking, I pull out my wallet grabbing loose change and hold it up in the air when the blonde steps under the spotlight.

When he points to me my heart beat quickens, my blood rushes to my cheeks, and my knees buckle. My god what is the boy doing to me?

Pewd's POV:

'No...no....no...no... NO! I did not just pick him! NOT HIM! ANYONE BUT THAT GUY! PLEASE GOD! HAVE MERCY ON ME!'

To my disappointment, Cry walks up to the stage and up the stairs taking my hand and leading me to my changing room. I gulp nervously when he pulls me inside. "Wh...what is happening?" He chuckles evilly and dims my light. 'What the fuck is happening?'

He sighs and leans against a wall watching me like a tiger stalking his prey. "You owe me a dance blondie." I shake my head and push the wad of cash towards him again. "No, I do not! You tricked me!" He hands the money back "are you going to dance and give me what I want? Or shall I take it?" I gulp and shiver when he whispers in my ear his hot moist breath trickling my lobe. "Are you chicken?" That's it. No one calls me a chicken. I can do this! I growl and angrily grab a tie and cuff his wrists together behind his back. I then tighten the material and push him down on the chair.

After that I straddle his waist with a devilish smirk. I was finally able to make him shut up. I win. I rub my hand down his torso feeling every single muscle, my crotch slowly rubs against his, and to top it off I began licking up his neck. LICKING HIS NECK! Wow, I'm good at this seduction stuff. If I weren't doing this I would be giving myself a pat on the back. After a while of this I felt something under me....something hard...my eyes lit up like it was fucking Christmas. Oooh this is too good.

I instantly pull away and glance down at his issue. "What's going on down there, Cry? Is someone excited?....Does someone want more?" He glares and looks away from my gaze.

"Don't be like that, I could always help you with that." I smirk as he looks back at me, I could swear I saw a blush on his cheeks. I then move down and position myself between his thighs. After that I kiss the material of his pants just above his erection.

Biting down I pull on his zipper loosening it, then I use my tongue to un button his pants. Next, I pull down his pants material revealing his black boxers.

Looking back up I am pleasantly greeted with the sight of Cry, panting and flustered under my touch. Of course I am only able to really see his mouth and chin....I wonder, what does he hide so well under that ceramic mask? Why had I only really noticed that now?

I am pulled out of my daze by a buzzer that indicates his time is up. I stand stepping back. "That was for being an asshole earlier." I say confidently before taking his money and walking into the bathroom of the changing room to undress and get this club out of my head.

As I change I notice the small abrasions over my body that show where the outfit hit my skin. Sighing slightly annoyed when I realize the questions I will get tomorrow, I fold the outfit, now in my normal clothes and comfortable, before walking out to find an empty dressing room.

'Where the fuck could he have gone?' I think before leaving the room and walking down the hall toward the manager office. Before even opening the door, I am interrupted by Snake. He hands me an envelope and thanks me for my services.

Confused at the sudden action, I look inside the manila folder to find a wad of cash. I bite my bottom lip and walk out of the building not planning on ever returning. EVER. People in there were weird, it made me feel dirty, and then there is Cry....the mysterious guy who has a horrible attitude! I never want to go back there. Good thing it was a one time job. And they will obviously find someone more qualified...and Cry will find a new toy...I push the thought away when I get home. I already plan to take a looong shower and a nap. Damn I was exhausted!

When I reached the apartment door, I immediately notice my door unlocked and the lights illuminating the from the depths of the living room.....what happened?