Dreamnotfound fanfic(smutty)

Sunday night

(Warning: prostitution)
Dream's POV
I laid next to George after yet another sexual encounter. We haven't talked about what I'm going to do tomorrow.
"Hey, we should talk about tomorrow." I said to George.

"I know. You're leaving." George said and sighed. I propped myself up and caressed his face.
"I'm not leaving, I'm doing a quick job." I said. I hated these jobs. I always felt like it wasn't worth it and my brother should just get a job, but he's my only option for a living arrangement.

"I'm gonna be so lonely." George said and looked at me with puppy dog eyes.
"It's too dangerous. Besides, I don't want you around my brother." I said.
"I'll be good. I can help you do the job faster." George said.
"No!" I yelled and then sighed.

I rolled on top of George.
"George, I know you're gonna do something stupid so let me be clear. Do not follow me. Do not come with me. Do not go anywhere near where I'm going." I commanded. George nodded.
"Okay, but what if you do something bad? I want to know what you're doing over there with your brother." George said.

"I promise I'll be a good boy. I'll tell you every detail of the trip home." I said. George crossed his arms.
"You know I have trust issues." George said. I kissed his forehead.
"I'll keep all my receipts and messages for you to back up my claims." I said. George sighed.
"Promise you won't meet someone else in Florida?" George asked.
"I promise." I said.

I got on the plane the next day. George was nice enough to pay for my flight. I wanted to take George with me, but I know whatever is gonna happen in Florida isn't gonna be pretty.

My brother forgot to pick me up so I called a cab home. When I barged in my brother threw on a fake smile.
"Dream! What took you so long?" My brother asked.
"Shut it! Why was rent late?! I gave it to you in advance!" I yelled.
"Woah, chill. They haven't kicked me out yet." He said.
"No, they haven't kicked us out because I usually pay the rent!" I yelled. My brother scoffed and went to the fridge for another beer. I rolled my eyes.

I went to my room and got changed into my work attire. Since I don't have any skills, whenever we need money I whore myself out. I felt bad knowing that George doesn't know I'm doing this, but I think it would hurt him more if he knew.

I walked out in my crop top and booty shorts with suspenders. My brother looked at me and laughed.
"You're doing Dream time again?" He asked.
"Yeah, because unlike you, I want to keep living here." I said and stormed out.

I went down to the usual spot where my clients meet me. The client I'm currently meeting is offering five hundred an hour. My brother is three thousand dollars behind on the rent and I doubt he has plans for the next few months. I took a breath and entered the bar.

I looked around for my client and spotted him. Even though I'm tall, he towered over me. He had a full beard and a scrawny stature. I strutted over confidently and leaned on the table.

"Rus?" I asked. Rus nodded his head and I smiled.
"This way." I said and took him to the bathroom. Once we were in the stall, everything rushed back to my mind. Rus kissed my neck and I felt his hands on me, but they weren't his hands. They felt like my ex's hands.

I leaned back, letting him get his five hundred dollars worth. He didn't even take the full hour. After he paid me, he left the bar.
Now I only need to get $2 500 more. I looked around the bar and spotted some guys having a party. I walked over and started partying with them, hoping to make up the extra cash.

By the end of the day I made $4000 I couldn't feel my back and my voice cracked every time I spoke. I walked home and slammed three thousand on the counter.
"Rent!" I yelled at my brother.
He picked it up and flipped through it.
"I swear you make less and less." He said and took another drag off his joint.

"I'm not fifteen anymore. People don't want legal and consensual for 600." I said.
"Well find better clients." My brother said. I laughed.
"How about you get your ass out there and make rent sometime." I argued.

"Dream, I love you. You know that I can't find a job, and I'm trying." My brother said. I took the joint from him and inhaled as much as I could. He glared at me.
"Get a job." I said and left. I sat outside on the steps for a bit and felt tears building up.

I started crying. What am I doing? George will kill me if I tell him what I do. Why is this my option? Why is my brother so incompetent? Then a figure walked up to me. One that I really didn't want to see right now.

"So, heard you were offering." He said. I covered myself, crossing my arms.
"Not to you." I said. He laughed.
"How much are those suckers paying?" My ex asked.
"More than enough. And they don't beat me." I said.

My ex reached in his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash and threw it beside me. I looked at it, then looked at him.
"I'm not doing it." I said and he inched closer, trapping me by the stairs.
"You will if you don't want everyone to know how you got your rent." He said. I looked down.

I never flaunt the fact that I take cash for sex. Call me a prude.
"Please don't make me do this." I begged him. He brought his lips to my ear.
"I'll tell your little boyfriend what a slut you are." He whispered.
I froze. I can't believe what I'm about to do.