His, and His Only

7

I'm at work the next day, I can't entirely rely on Dabi to give me money or to depend on him. I feel insane but I'm starting to feel like I can maybe trust him. I know what he did last night seems messed up but he's still more gentle than anyone I've ever known. He had the safety on the entire time. He washed me. No one has ever washed me before, cuddled with me, or been so gentle even during rough sex. He was still somehow gentle.

I'm hoping this isn't a game to him but that's something I need to keep in mind. He met me through sex work. He was interested in me because I showed my body to him. He did things to me that I never let clients do. I've never let a client into my home like that before. I've met up with clients in their homes, in their cars, motel rooms, even in alleyways and stairwells when I got desperate for food money.

But he isn't a client anymore. I would say he's a friend, but there's something that pings at me when I say "friend." I'm not sure if I would consider him a lover yet... I'm too closed off for that. I don't want to be so closed off but I can't help it. I'm scared of everyone and everything. I just don't admit it, nor show it.

"Hey there," a voice said, pulling me from my thoughts.

I turned on my dancer mode and stared into his eyes with a small smile, "hello sir," I said and bit my lip while looking him up and down.

This is how the game goes, most clients who come in, or all of them I should say, they're usually aware of the game that goes on. It's a privilege to dance with us. A privilege to touch us. A privilege to talk to us.

"You're new correct?" He asked while looking me up and down, grabbing the front of his pants.

So disgusting, I internally rolled my eyes at his gross behaviour, but he is drunk after all.

"I am new, my name is Rose," I smiled.

"I'd like to take you for an hour, "Rose"," he said with his hand out, mocking my obviously fake stage name, his breathe reeked of cheap beer, I closed my nose, stood up from my seat and accepted his hand.

"Of course, follow me," I said and he walked behind me to the VIP stairs. When I got to the bouncer he stood up and accepted the cash from the client.

I know I just started here but, this client already knows the prices... He must be a regular. I can handle regulars, but I don't keep them, this isn't real love. It's just grinding on laps and pretending like you're having sex. Definitely not like what I had with Dabi.

"Here you go," he said and handed me cash as we walked into the room. I stuffed the cash into my sock and closed the door behind us. He sat down on the couch and motioned me to him with the tip of his finger. As I started walking to him he groaned, I froze, now studying him.

You never know in a moment like this if they'll attack you, so I immediately become more cautious if they already seem angry. Especially if they're intoxicated.

"Is there a problem sir?" I asked, not letting my voice shake, nor show any fear.

Sometimes they like the fear that reeks off of you, and if they smell it, they bite. If you're able to hide it, you can survive a lot of things. Especially in the world in general.

"Crawl to me, like you're supposed to," he demanded. I let myself fall to my hands and knees and started crawling over to him, not dropping my gaze from his eyes. "Your eyes are so beautiful," he whispered. "All I want to do is look into your eyes."