"And someday, I hope that my sadness will be replaced by something beautiful"
- Get away from here, you whore!
- Oh! Sorry... I didn't notice that the floor had your name on it... what's your name again? "Dirt"?
- I'm calling the cops, you bitch!
- Hey man! Easy... calm down, I mean no harm. I could even offer you my services, you don't look that bad all hig--- the next thing I knew is that I was landing on the cold, hard concrete. "There goes my fourth client, great. Now I'll have to keep looking for one"
Today seems to be a bad day, it's two in the morning and I've only gotten tree clients, I can barely pay today's fee with this cash, and I wouldn't have money eat tomorrow – not that I eat a lot – but the weather is getting cold these days and I only have a plain t-shirt, a pair of old jeans and my shoes. A jacket and a scarf would be pretty useful, so I wish I could buy them.
Slowly, I got up, humiliated and defeated. Time to look for a real client. I had to look for them even though I could have them in the palm of my hand if I wanted, but for that, I had to accept working full-time in Jupiter and I absolutely refused to do that.
Jupiter, a night club, the most popular place around here. Clients go in wearing a mask – because they do not desire to expose their identity – they can get comfortable to their extents, it's up to them to choose: They may sit in the front, near the stage, where there are normal tables with chairs around them; or they may as well choose the "private" option, in the back, where there are cubicles with a sofa, surrounded by silk curtains, both options with an exquisite entertainment on the stage, just there, on the stage is where you'd find me, every night at ten, dancing while taking my clothes off.
It's not that I loved the job, but well... I had debts to pay, a fee to give, not to mention the food, and the so needed clothes for this damn winter. My life is not easy, but I try to bear with it without complaining too much. So every night at ten, two boys and two girls got on the stage and did the most provocative and sexy striptease we could.
Jupiter was a place for all kinds of preferences, all costumers could find what they wanted, and there were services for heterosexuals and homosexuals, so no discrimination for anybody. The waiters were always the prettiest and cutest boys and girls; on the second floor were many rooms, in case you decided to have some good sex with one of our dancers. There's where I wanted to get, as I'm a dancer, I am supposed to get my clients here, but that means that the owner of Jupiter gets half of what the money you get paid, which meant that I had to service more men to earn the money I needed. That's definitely a no-no!
Then, let me explain my schedule, so you understand. On Sunday and Monday, Jupiter was closed, so I didn't have to work, though from time to time I looked for some simple job that could let me earn some extra cash. From Tuesday to Friday, I worked in Jupiter, dancing always at ten, after I finished I had to go out to look for some men who wanted to have sex with me, this was until at least five or six in the morning, depending on how lucky I was. On Saturday I worked in Jupiter, as a waiter, the whole night, with all these people trying to grab my ass and touch my crotch. Fuck them all.
So... yeah, that's what my life has been for the last five years. At the beginning it had been difficult, but I got used to it, what else could I have done?
- Boy! Boy! – I turned around to find an old geezer, he looked nauseous – How much for a night?
- I work according to the service I give you or if you prefer, to the hours you desire
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The Price Of Happiness (BoyxBoy)
Romance"- Do you trust me? - I trust no one" Benjamin Cooper has been selling his body since he was thirteen. Each of his days from that time have been a nightmare, but he has gotten used to pain, loneliness is all he knows. And to make the matters wo...
