Rentboy

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Prince's POV
11:00 P.M.
County Jail
"He's gonna fucking kill me." I whisper to myself, my stomach turning as I dial his number on the phone. The guys in the cells whistle at me as I wait for him to pick up, one guy trying to pull my thong off.
"Don't fucking touch me!" I exclaim, slapping his hand. His phone rung for two minutes.
"C'mon, c'mon." I whisper to the phone, tapping my foot impatiently and rubbing my nose. He answers with that same obnoxious voice "Hello!" He answers.
"Hey, Morris." I nervously greet him as he smacks his teeth.
"Now why are you calling me so late when you're supposed to be making me money?" He asks. I sniff and rub my nose once more.
"Because I'm not on the street right now." I answer.
"Crack house?"
"No."
"Club?"
"Not really"
"Then where the hell are you?!?"
I shiver cause of the frustration in his voice.
"In jail." I reply as he screams into the phone.
"You and who else?!?!"
"Just me."
"Fuck! You owe me goddammit! I seriously mean it, Prince! You fucking owe me!" He yells, right before hanging up the phone. I hang up as well, walking back to my cell.

11:56 P.M.
I look up to see an officer unlocking my cell "Looks as if you're free to go, Nelson." He says as he opens the cell door and I walk out. I smile to myself shortly before it fades away to a frown as I look at who bailed me out.
"Get your stuff and let's go." Morris demands calmly as I gather my things including my trench coat and follow him out to the parking lot where Jerome has the door open for us.
Morris gets in first, I follow.
"You gone get it tonight, boy." Jerome chuckles as I roll my eyes and sit across from Morris. I could feel his eyes traveling down my body.

He takes a sip of his martini, I see him from the corner of my eye as he licks his lips.

"Ya' know you're my favorite rentboy of them all, right?" Morris asks, crawling to my side of the seat to sit by me. He puts his arm around me, scooting himself closer to me.

Morris gently turns my head to look into his round eyes. His eyes examine me once more while he licks his lips slowly.
"Yes." I answer as his face breaks into a slight smile.
"So you know why I bailed you out, right?" He asks. I nod yes.
"Well, since you know that, you should also know that you owe me because of it."

I try to act dumb as if I don't know that "owe" meant sex.

"I'll pay you tomorrow, then." I say, trying to scoot to the door. He pulls me in closer "Noooo no no, Princey. This debt you owe me has nothing to do with money; it's something I've wanted from you and you only. Something....better--greater than money." He cracks a smile and pulls his flask from the inside pocket of his brown plaid suit. I can smell the vodka from it as he opens it and gulps some down.
"What is it that you wanted from me a long time?" I ask. Morris tugs at my thong, trying to get them off. I lift my hips to help him as he moans in satisfaction.
"Perfect. Just so perfect." He says to himself, looking down at my fully exposed cock. I really don't want to have sex with Morris, but I can get money out of him if I do.

12:38 A.M.
I unravel his tie as he kisses my neck. Sliding his suit jacket off his shoulders, I gently push him off so I can straddle him.
He attempts to force his lips on mine but I reject him and slowly grind on him to keep him occupied as he lays back and drinks his martini.
"Fuck me like I'm one of your favorite clients." He commands softly
No, but I will fuck you like you're one of my creepy but super rich clients.
I get on my knees on the floor of the limousine, unbuttoning his pants as he takes off his waistcoat and unbuttons some of his shirt. Sliding them off to his ankles, he ceases the moment and brings me back on top of him. Yanking me close to him, he pecks my chest and keeps pecking until he's met my lips. Morris has a firm grip on my wrists, making sure I can't avoid his kiss. I look into his eyes.

Here goes nothing. I crash my lips against his lips, soured by mixed alcoholic drinks. Morris then gently slips his distasteful tongue in my mouth. I moan in surprise as he says in between a kiss, "I wanna fuck you right now." I cringe inside as he wiggles his sour tongue around and over mine.
God, why can't this be over soon?