All Used Up

New Power and Old Friends

My life has finally turned around I am no longer that young, innocent, and weak stripper boy toy. I am now one of the most powerful men in the world. I started out as a young prostitute, after a while I finally got lucky enough to get fucked by someone in the ranks, so I was still a prostitute but now I was a famous stripper and occasionally a porn guest star.

One day I finally got my chance to one up that stupid as shit bitch, Alejandro, but it's weird to be the boss for once, and be treated like a god, it's strange really, but why am I complaining, in fact this is the happiest I've been since I started this kinda work.

It's about time I finally caught up with an old friend of mine, her name was Calliope but everyone calls her Cali. She was the baddest, hardcore bitch I have ever met, Cali is a porn star, so of course she is getting paid the big bucks, but now that I'm on her level, above that even, maybe it'll be good to talk to her after all this time.

"Now where would I be if I was a big ass having bitch that was on break from getting dick jammed." I was thinking out loud outside her usual studio since her boss told me that she was on break. "The Iron Maiden!" I finally remembered that that's the same bar me and her would go to... for humane, non sex related shit, of course.

"Why the hell would I let you fuck me... you may got the body, but for me, if the fruit don't hang, you can't bang." I heard Cali talking to some guy; probably trying to get a booty call or two in before going home to the wife and kids. " gasps are my eyes shitting out already or is that who I think it is?!"

"Hello there Cali.... How's it going?" I spoke to her with a wide smile.

"It's going great bitch, I have never been better!" Despite her job, her boss was actually quite nice, so she didn't go through most of the things I did. She looked good after all this time, her hair was pink and tied up in a bun, her body, as always, is looking good, her style hasn't changed, I see she's still going for that spunky Regina George look. "Wait a fucking minute... why do you look different, what's this shit you're wearing?!"

"Just a little tune up on my outfit... nothing special." I said trying to sound as humble as possible.

"This ain't no minor fucking tune up! You went from "slutty twink" to a fucking mob boss!"

She wasn't wrong, I truly embraced the outfit and the role itself. After I told her everything about what happened since I last saw her, except I saved one part for last.

"His name was Jason... honestly I don't think he's into me, he was always trying to be nice to me, but in a weird way, like he was trying to be chivalrous?"

"Charlie, sweetie, you know boys would never be gentlemen around you. He was definitely trying to show how he feels, as you said, he confessed before and you returned the feeling. So what in the ever living fuck makes you think he doesn't like you?!"

"I don't know maybe the fact that he had a girlfriend after I came back from work that one year, he just said "oh I confessed, he knows I love him now I'll just get a girlfriend and wait for him." That's fucking stupid and he knows that!"

"Charlie, in the end what is it that you feel about him?"

"Love, I guess."

"Then accept the feeling and go for it! It's not every day sluts like us find someone that special... so what the hell... go after him."

"You're... right.... I guess I should rig-"

"Bitch there ain't no "you guess," you should either do it now or do it never." Cali had a point so I'm gonna do it, I'm finally gonna tell Jason how I feel.

I say goodbye to Cali and wish her luck in the game of life we're all playing, after I leave, I call a cab to Jason's house; I knock on the door and there... no one was?

Nobody answered the door, obviously I had to freak out because of the fact that I am standing outside my crush's house and he isn't even answering. I look and see that his garage was open and I see someone working on his car and that's when I saw him, Jason. He was shirtless and covered in sweat his body was so jacked, he looked like Hercules but instead of a skirt it was sexy jeans that made his legs pop. He was literally the definition of man candy in that moment and what do I do? I run off like a sex- crazed little bitch, that's what i do.