We Will Be Alright (BibleBuild AU)

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'Have you been doing this work for a long time?'

'Only about a year, but I have more than enough experience since before I took this job.'

'What are your rates? What do you do?'

'Depending on what the client wants. Generally speaking 8K/hour, anything kinky is additional 2K. I don't do watersports or poop stuff, but I'm okay for a threesome. No kissing. If we go to a hotel, client pays for it, but I'm okay with your place too.'

'What about a whole night?'

'Time limit is 4 hours. Also I get paid upfront via bank transfer. Are you interested or not? I have a client in the next hour and I need to get ready. You're kinda wasting my time.'

Build exited the chat window to look at the guy's profile again.

'25, 5'7", vers, uncut.'

There wasn't much on his profile besides a few risky photos, one completely nude with the frontal view of his junk, but none that showed his face. His body was decently muscular but nothing extreme, just the small amount of definition, and Build couldn't help but admire the softly toned chest and quite defined biceps, wondering how it must feel getting hugged by him. Those strong arms could definitely pin him down, maybe even hold him tightly after. Build sighed before tapping the chat window again.

'Sorry, never ordered a call boy before. 4 hours is good. Can we meet tonight?'

'I only do one client per day, sorry. I'm free tomorrow.'

'I can pay double.'

'Sorry, cancelling is a bad policy.'

'Triple...? I don't want anything kinky, just normal sex.'

Build bit his lip. Even he hated how desperate it made him sound.

'Transfer the money in the next five minutes and we got a deal. Here's my acc.'

He quickly opened his online banking and wired 100k to the call boy's account with a 'x' note attached.

'Wow ok deal. Where do we meet?'

'Do you have a hotel in mind? My place isn't available.'

'Here. [link] I can meet you there at 8.'

'Ok. How will I know it's you?'

'After you check in, tell the receptionist that when V. comes, they can give him your room number. I'll just knock four times.'

'Ok, see you at 8.'

Build stared at his reflection on the blackened screen. Even without actually using his front camera he could see how red his face has gotten and he quickly run to take a quick cold shower.

"Will you be home for dinner?" Build flinched when his mother ambushed him by the door; he almost made it outside without her noticing. Build shook his head. "I'll come tomorrow." "Where are you going? With who?" "Mom, I'm 22..." His mother looked him up and down. Instead of his usual t-shirt her son actually put on a decent dress shirt that he then tucked into his jeans. She frowned. "Which friend?" "Mom, just...a friend from university."

"I think I have the right to know where are you going, don't you think? You still live in my house, you have to tell me these things. If I don't know where you're going or when you're going to be back, how can I call the police if I don't know you're missing? I don't want you in any trouble." Build felt a lump in the throat. No, she just didn't want any trouble for herself.