For A Price

Chapter two Don't tell the Boss

Chapter two

Don’t tell the Boss

Not being able to sleep, I poured myself another shot and quickly downed it. Staring at the man laying beside me, I started to doubt my decision. I was tired. Tired of pleasing some dirt-bag just, so I could afford to live. The problem was I didn’t have any other choice.

“Hmmm,” muttered Michael, crawling into my lap. “You were good Gavin.”

“Shut up before someone hears you,” I snapped. 

“Sorry, Bret,” he mocked as he kissed his way up my chest. “When will I expected you back so I can schedule your appointments. Might have to schedule a few for myself.”

“Friday and Tuesday night, I’ll come over after work.” I pulled back the cover and got out of bed. 

“Still working at the cafe, then?” Michael grabbed a bottle of vodka off the bedside table and took a swing. “You’re paying for this you know?” he said, swirling the nearly empty container. 

I reached over and snatched it from him. “Then stop drinking it, and yes, I’m still work at the cafe. Only real job I’ve ever had,” I muttered, sitting down on the end of the bed. “Besides this hell hole.”

“What would Mr. Johnson say if he found out you were whoring again?” He moved over to me and put his arm around me. “He work so hard to take you away from me.”

“He’d fire me,” I said plainly, taking another drink. “Like you said the only reason he hired me was to get me out of this place.”

“I’ve found high school drop out always make the perfect sluts.” He grabbed my chin and made me face him. “Because they have no other options.” He smashed his lips to mine and pried open my mouth with his tongue. “And no where else to go.”

I quickly took over the situation and forced him back on the bed. I put the bottle on the table before showing him what it felt like to be completely dominated.

“You’re still dying your hair,” said Michael, twirling a a black strand. “You looked so much better as a brunette.”

“Deal with it,” I snapped, kissing his neck as I roughly ground my body against his. “You’re the one that suggested it in the first place.”

“I don’t think anyone going to recognize you now. You should go back, it gave you more of a boyish charm.”

“No, I like it this way.” I grabbed his balls and squeezed.

“Fuck me again,” he gasped, digging his nails into my back. “Do it.”

“No, I’m just getting out some frustration before I go home. You haven’t even paid me yet anyways.”

“Fuck me again, and I will. I won’t even take my cut out or charge you for the alcohol.”

“Fine.” I flipped him over in one movement. “But I’m not going to be gentle.”

Michael laughed. “I prefer it when you’re pissed off.”

“Yeah, well see.”

***

I tugged on my shoes and picked up my shirt from off the ground. Tossing it over my shoulder, I grabbed Michael’s pants and took out his wallet. He groaned in his sleep and he most likely was going to be very sore tomorrow. He knew what he was getting into. To me, sex was no longer about the client. I get to enjoy it, and they get to hang on for the ride.