Pretty Boy - Royce

III

》》》》》Aubrey

"Buckle up, butter cup. I'm about to show you what this car can really do. Are you ready?"

"I'm ready." He said, fastening his seatbelt

"Hang on."

"Okay."

"Here we go." I pressed my foot against the petal, flooring it. "The petals on this car are made like race car petals, they're really close together."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, which is why it's easier for woman to drive because they have small feet but I'm a boy and I wear a size seven." I babbled "Did you know your foot could grow about the length from your elbow to your wrist?"

"No, I didn't know that."

"Yeah, well... Now you know."

"So, tell me. What kind of money do you make?" He asked, messing with his jacket

"Can't take less than $100."

"$100? A night?"

"An hour." I shrugged

"Seriously? You make $100 an hour and you're using a safety pin to hold your boot up? You must be playing."

"I don't play about my money." I glanced at him

"That we have in common."

I could feel his eyes on me as I drove down the traffic - free road.

"$100 an hour. That's pretty stiff."

I reached over, gripping him through his pants. I was sort of surprised at what I felt.

"So is that and it has a great deal of potential."

-

"Well, I'm gonna uh, catch a cab with my $50."

"Get back to your, office?"

"You could call it that. My uh, office." I smiled awkwardly

"Thanks for the ride, it was very interesting."

"Yeah, well see you around." I walked away from him, sitting on a bench. I picked at the chipped black nail polish that was slowly peeling off. I got bored with that and fluffed out my hair with my fingers. "No taxis around?" I heard him say

"There are no taxis here and beside, I'd rather take the bus."

"Did you really say $100 an hour?" I nodded, he continued "Well, if you don't have anything else to do tonight I would like it if you joined me."

"Sure, I guess. What's your name?" I asked

"Lorenzo." He said

"You know, your name fits you. All professional and what not."

"That must be a good thing, here. Put this on?"

"Why?" I slipped into his long, oversized coat

"This hotel isn't the type to rent rooms out by the hour."

-

"Your penthouse suite, sir."

"Ooo, the penthouse." I stepped off of the elevator

"Thank you. Can you bring up some champagne and uh, strawberries please?"

"Yes, sir. Right away."

I watched him put the key card in the door and open it. He let me walk in before him. I know he was being a gentleman but he was also staring at my butt while I walked. I removed his and my coat before taking in my surroundings.