More than a prostitute (Zosan)

Chapter 4

"You look distracted today." Brook stated, staring at Zoro, who had been looking around since this morning. Zoro didn't respond, too focused on looking who was coming in the bar.

"Zoro?" Brook repeated "ZORO!" Finally, the green-haired man looked at him with questioning eyes. "Why are you fixing the entrance like that? Are you waiting for someone?"

"What? No, of course, no!" Zoro replied with his famous poker face. Zoro turned around, which meant he didn't want any further questions.

The reality was, otherwise, Zoro was waiting for someone. He was waiting for him. He wanted to thank him for the snacks, but mainly, he wanted to reimburse the man. He didn't like to be indebted to someone. He knew from experience that people would use it against you. He didn't want to be entrapped.

After a few hours spent with other customers, Zoro had completed his shift, but he couldn't leave till the blond man arrived. But what if he never came? Then, he will be waiting for him for hours, maybe for days, for nothing. Zoro was lost in his thoughts. When a hand landed on his shoulder, it made Zoro jump.

"What the ..." He turned around with demon eyes but stopped when he saw who it was. The blond was there smirking, staring at him with desirous eyes. Zoro got up from his chair without saying a word and began to make his way to his room. He didn't need to turn round to know that the blond with the crooked eyebrows was following him.

Zoro opened the door, letting the other man enter first. When he entered, Sanji was taking off his jacket. Now that he thought about it, Sanji was always wearing a suit. But that didn't really surprise him, the manager had said he was an important customer. He must have had a well-placed post.

"Before we started, I just wanted to thank you for yesterday." Zoro told him, putting pride aside.

"I didn't come here to talk, so get moving." Sanji ordered with a cold voice and killing eyes.

Zoro kept his poker face. But inwardly, he had hoped that the kind and gentle Sanji of yesterday was the real one and not the one from their first meeting. Unfortunately, this was not the case.

Zoro approached Sanji. He had to pay back the blond guy from yesterday. So, he started like always, kissing the neck, looking for places that make the other moan. He was going to put his hands on the man hips, but two strong hands pushed him away as soon as his lips touched the soft skin.

"What are you doing?" Sanji asked furious, disgust could be seen in his eyes. Zoro swallowed with difficulty. He was afraid of the blond, especially when he was mad.

"Don't ever kiss me again nor touch me." He continued.

Sanji removed his tie and ordered to Zoro: "Give me your hand!" 

Zoro obeyed without complaint; he wasn't afraid it wasn't the first time one of his customers liked to tie him. Zoro felt a pain in his handle. He didn't plan that the tie would be that tight. This man has some strengths.

"Now I'm sure you won't touch me again. I don't want your dirty hands on me." Sanji stated spitefully.

Even if Zoro didn't really mind, it was painful to hear those words. He knew what he was. He was disgusted with himself. He didn't need someone else, a total stranger, tell him that. But as always, Zoro didn't let an ounce of emotion show on his face.

"Now, suck me." Sanji ordered, after unwearying himself and sitting on a corner of the bed. Zoro complied and kneeled. He looked at the massive beast. Man, not a lot of guys could say they had one that big.

After the contemplation, Zoro started not wanting to be shouted again. He started by licking the full beast, and then he only sucked the top of it, playing with his tongue and cheek. Sanji finally let a moan out. Zoro raised his head to make sure the blond was happy with what he was doing.

"Stop it!" The blond ordered once again. Did he do something wrong? Zoro was questioning again. But the man was moaning with how he was sucking him.

Zoro stared at the man and watched as he stood up, walked behind him, and grabbed something off the table. On the table were several accessories that customers could use as they wished. These were classic toys such as handcuffs and scarves ... the most dangerous objects were on the second floor. At this point, Zoro thanked them for not being one floor higher.

Sanji sat back down with a scarf in his hand.

"You can't touch me, kiss me, and mainly don't look at me." He told serenely while he hung the scarf over Zoro's eyes. Despite having his hands tied and his eyes blindfolded, Zoro didn't let this deter him and resumed his sucking activity.

Going down and up, again and again. Swirling his tongue. He could feel the blond arching his back more and more.

"Swallowed." Ordered once again the blond, a few seconds before he came in Zoro's mouth. Zoro swallowed even if he hated to do so. He found each taste more disgusting than the next. He swallowed, trying to avoid vomiting.

He stepped back to get some fresh air. But before he knew it, he felt two hands grab him and push him violently onto the bed. He tried to slow his fall, but with his hands tied, it was complicated. He found himself on his stomach on the bed, legs spread. And as he suspected, a few seconds later, he was penetrated. It didn't change a lot from last time. Maybe it wasn't as intense as the first time thanks to the position. Most importantly, he wasn't being strangled. So, he just waited for the other man. He hoped this man would never be his first customer of the day because he would never have been able to penetrate without preparation.

Some minutes later, he could feel the man on top of him trembling and a few minutes coming for the second time of the night. He stood up instantly. He grabbed Zoro's hands to retrieve his tie. Zoro removed the blindfold from his eyes and dared to look at the other man as he finished dressing. Zoro sat on the bed, waiting for the blond to leave so he could get dressed. His day was finally over. Sanji took out his wallet, and Zoro looked at him astonished.

"What are you doing? You already paid yesterday." The green-haired haired stated.

"I didn't pay you for today. Yesterday, I pitied you. I gave you money, so you could eat."

Zoro's blood began to run cold, "pity him", how dare he? If there was one thing Zoro hated, it was other people feeling sorry for him. Maybe this Sanji had money and was someone, but he came to see him because he felt lonely, so he wasn't a good person to talk to.

Zoro squeezed his stitches; he knew there was nothing he could do. He needed the money the blonde gave him. He always gave $1,000, which was the equivalent of more than a month's work. So, he stared at the ground because if he saw the blond, he might hit him. He couldn't lose this job.

His body relaxed a little as he heard a door open and close, signifying that he was alone at last. Zoro let himself fall back onto the bed and breathed out.

It was official. He hated this man.

Hey,

Here is the new chapter ...
It's a hard one. You can hate Sanji (for the moment).

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