Phuwin arrived at the luxury hotel with the practiced ease of someone who had done this many times before. The lobby, with its marble floors and glittering chandeliers, was filled with the subtle hum of wealth. Businessmen in tailored suits, elegantly dressed women, and tourists with the air of importance milled about, oblivious to Phuwin as he walked through the space with the confidence of someone who belonged there.
He made his way to the elevators, ignoring the curious glances from a few passersby who couldn't help but notice his striking appearance. Phuwin knew the effect he had on people; he had spent years perfecting it. With a smooth motion, he pressed the button for the top floor and leaned against the back of the elevator, checking his reflection in the mirrored walls one last time. Everything was in place—his hair, his clothes, his demeanor. He was ready.
The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, and Phuwin stepped into the plush, carpeted hallway. He moved with purpose, his steps silent on the thick carpet, until he reached the door to the penthouse suite. He paused for a moment, his hand hovering over the doorknob as he composed himself. This was just another job, he reminded himself. Another client, another night. No different from the countless others he had handled before.
He knocked softly, the sound barely audible in the quiet hallway. A moment later, the door swung open to reveal a man in his late forties, dressed in an expensive robe, his hair still damp from a recent shower. The man smiled—a predatory smile that sent a shiver down Phuwin's spine, though he didn't show it.
"Phuwin, right on time," the man said, his voice smooth and practiced, just like his smile.
Phuwin nodded, stepping into the suite with the grace of someone who had done this many times before. The door closed behind him with a soft click, sealing him inside the opulent space. The room was just as he expected—lavishly decorated with expensive furniture, a large bed dominating the center, and floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the city below. But Phuwin paid no attention to the surroundings. His focus was entirely on the man who was now watching him with a hungry gaze.
"You look even better than last time," the man said, his eyes raking over Phuwin's body. "Come, let's not waste any time."
Phuwin moved toward the bed, his expression carefully neutral. He had long since learned how to detach himself from the situation, to become the perfect blend of what his clients desired. Tonight, he was whatever this man wanted him to be—sexy, submissive, confident, or anything in between. It was a role he played to perfection, a performance that had been honed over countless encounters like this one.
The man reached out, pulling Phuwin closer, his hands moving with practiced ease. Phuwin responded in kind, slipping into the rhythm of the moment, his mind detaching as his body took over. The man whispered compliments, promises, and commands into Phuwin's ear, but they were just words, meaningless to Phuwin. He had heard them all before, from different mouths, in different settings. The content never changed, only the faces.
As the night wore on, Phuwin allowed himself to go through the motions, his thoughts drifting to other things—his next client, the money he would make, the new items he could afford to buy with it. He knew that, despite his disdain for these encounters, they were necessary. This was the price he had to pay for the life he wanted, for the security that came with having money, even if it meant selling a piece of himself every time.
When it was over, the man lay back on the bed, clearly satisfied. Phuwin quickly gathered his clothes, dressing with efficient speed. The man watched him, a contented smile on his lips, as he reached into a drawer beside the bed and pulled out an envelope. Phuwin accepted it without a word, slipping it into his pocket as he finished buttoning his shirt.
"Until next time, Phuwin," the man said, his voice thick with satisfaction.
Phuwin nodded, offering a small, practiced smile. "Until next time," he echoed, his tone polite and distant.
As he left the suite, Phuwin felt the familiar sense of relief wash over him. The encounter was over, the client satisfied, and most importantly, the payment secured. He walked back through the hotel with the same confident stride, the envelope pressing reassuringly against his side. It was another successful transaction, another night's work completed.
Once outside, Phuwin inhaled the cool night air, feeling a strange mix of emotions—relief, emptiness, and a faint sense of disgust. He pushed it all aside as he began walking back to his apartment. There was no room for regret in his life, no time for second-guessing. He had chosen this path, and he would continue to walk it, no matter what it cost him.
As he walked through the dimly lit streets, Phuwin felt the weight of the night settle on his shoulders. But as always, he straightened his back, lifted his head, and kept moving forward. He couldn't afford to stop, not now, not ever. The life he wanted was just within reach, and he was willing to do whatever it took to seize it.
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Journey (PONDPHUWIN)
FanfictionCOMPLETE Phuwin, a young man caught in a web of power and control, and Pond, the wealthy and influential figure who becomes both his captor and his lover.
