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Chapter 1

A/n: I will update here every day, stay tuned!

Note: This story will mostly revolve around Ishan, although POV is third person.

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Maybe, when we grow old, when we would have almost forgotten these things, probably deleted all our stuff from the internet...

We will look back at this time, this little secret of ours and laugh together.

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Ishan didn't like being a prostitute.

He just happened to be very, very good at it. No other job he'd tried paid half as well as bending over and thinking of anything else.

He spied a car idling nearby, usually a good indicator of an interested but reluctant individual. They were his favorite. The illegal nature of the whole encounter usually kept things quick and brief because they didn't want to get caught.

He sauntered toward the vehicle, the headlights catching his tight black leather shorts and fishnet top.

As he approached, a young man in formal wear leaned across the seat to roll down the passenger side window, trying to keep as much distance between them as possible.

Ishan smiled as he leaned down to look inside. "Well, hello, handsome. What brings you to my little corner?"

The man was clearly older than him, though not as old as some of the creeps he had serviced in the past. He was well-dressed in a suit, with an expensive watch on his wrist and slick black hair with cologne Ishan could smell even from the sidewalk.

Ishan knew what was coming. He knew his type. Firm hand, demanding nature. Needed a good, hard outlet to maintain their perfect facade of having it all together.

He prepared himself for what was most likely going to hurt.

"Hands, mouth, or ass?" he asked.

"What?" the man said, nearly stumbling over his words.

"You want my mouth? You pay. You want my hands? You pay. You want my ass? You pay double. You want me handcuffed and blindfolded while I go down?" Ishan stuck a finger in his mouth and wiggled it suggestively. "Then you pay triple, and cover the hotel costs."

"I... I just want..." the man stammered, his face turning red.

"Fine. Just the mouth, but you gotta follow some rules. No breathing in my ear, no spitting, no grabbing my hair... You want to go down my throat, then you have to be polite about it. We clear?"

Ishan had never seen a grown man look so embarrassed before. Aww, was this his first time with a prostitute?

"Uh... Okay. Yes, okay. Just your mouth..." The man glanced around like there was a hidden camera crew waiting to jump out. "Can you get in the car now? I don't want anyone to see us..."

Ishan smiled.

They never did.

He slid into the passenger seat and propped one boot up on the dashboard, putting his crotch in the man's direct line of sight. Ishan leaned back, folding his arms behind his head.

"So," he asked. "Do you have a name, or do you just want me to call you 'Daddy'?"

"Uh... Shubman. My name's Shubman."

Ishan leaned in close, putting his lips next to Shubman's ear. "Good. Then, Shubman, you ready to play?"

Shubman didn't answer. Instead, he just slid his hand down Ishan's chest and toward his groin. Ishan let him rub for just a moment, then slapped his hand away.