700: Extended Edition

Chapter 1: Typical night (+150)

The street lamp flickered as two men worked out the final details to their arrangement. I glanced around the corner, making sure no one was watching. The last thing we needed was a good samaritan or worse, a cop, getting in the way. The shorter man pulled out his wallet and took out a few bills. Adam quickly snatched them and shoved them in his jeans.

"Gavin." Adam waved for me. "Get over here."

I shoved my hands in my pockets and walked to them.

"Cut it out." Adam yanked my hood off. "How many times do I have to tell you?"

My best asset was my face, but that was why I liked to keep it hidden.

The overweight man, who looked to be his late thirty, gave me a lustful grin. "You're cuter than I expected."

"He paid for the works, Gavin." Adam put his hand in his pocket. "If you're good, he'll give you the other two when you're done, and he better."

"Don't worry," I muttered. "He will."

Adam pushed me toward the man. "See you in the morning."

The man directed me to a beaten up old car. Most of the paint was peeling off and there was a large bent in the passenger door. I guess he decided to win me over by being a gentleman, because he opened it for me and gave a slight bow to top it off. It was a wasted sediment. I knew the drill. He'd get what he wanted without a fight.

The driver's door swung open, and he slid behind the wheel. "I got us a motel room a couple blocks from here." He started the engine. That lustful smile returned. "And then we can have some fun."

***

The sun seeping in through the bent blinds was the only light source in the dingy motel room. Last night's consumer was putting on his clothes after taking a shower. I remained propped up against the headboard with a thin blanket covered my lower half.

"You were good, kid." The man grabbed his leather wallet and pulled out a couple of bills. He flicked them at me before doing up his belt. "Just like Adam said you'd be."

A normal person might have blushed or at least felt slightly embarrassed, but my dignity had been pounded out of me a long time ago. This was work, dirty work, but it was the only job I knew how to do.

He finished doing the button up on his shirt and walked over to the bed. "Little something to remember me by before I go. Lay down."

I did as he asked. Adam's policy was: they're still a consumer until they walk out the door, or it was after ten. Unfortunately, this particular consumer had to be to work by nine.

He sat down on the bed by my hip and pulled down the blanket. "You have a beautiful body." Leaning down, he nibbled on my neck and ran his hands down my flat stomach. "We might have to do this again."

I focused on my breath, trying not to respond. His hand grasped my member and began to pump. Clenching my jaw, I shifted a little from the stimulation and swallowed the moan growing in my throat. Pre began to pour out of my slit and ran over his hand. His hand pumped fast and brought my cock to full attention. I was seconds away from spilling and trying every trick I knew to hold on.

He stopped, though. After wiping his hand on the sheets, he stood with a very satisfied look on his face. "You'll have to take care of the rest yourself." His lip pressed against mine one last time before he turned for the door.

Breathing only through my nose, I directed my eyes at the ceiling and tried to calm down.

"It was fun, kid," he laughed, stepping outside and closed the door behind him.

Closing my eyes, I was glad it was over. The dude hadn't been very good in the first place, and his body odor had gotten pretty thick during the middle it. I sat up and grabbed the blanket nestles at my feet. Holding it over my crotch, I hurried to the door and locked it. Once they left, I definitely wasn't going to let them come back. The blanket still clumsily wrapped around my waist, I staggered to the bathroom to wash his scent off.

The worst part of the job was the smell that lingered on my skin. Whether it was their personal stench or cheap cologne, I could never get passed it.

I tossed the blanket back on the bed and shut the bathroom door. Pushing back my sweat matted brown hair, I checked to see if I had any bruises. Adam would be pissed if I showed up with a black eye. Visible mark deducted value, he'd always tell me. I was lucky, nothing but the normal vacant face looked back.

I turned on the shower, relieved there was a little warm water left. But before I enjoy that small luxury, I turned it to cold to get rid of the present the man had left me. Pleasure wasn't something I enjoyed, it was my job. And I didn't need some no-name sex addict doing me any favors. If Adam wouldn't have kicked my ass for losing two hundred bucks, I would have just made a run for it the moment we got to the hotel.

After switching it to hot, I stepped under the spray and scrubbed my entire body until it shone a bright pink. Once I was satisfied that I had cleaned everything, inside and out, I turned off the shower and went to get dressed.

My clothes lay in a trail leading to a chair where the man had once been sitting. I quickly put them on and grabbed the two crumpled hundred dollar bills off the bed. Slipping them into my pocket, I left the scene of a long night of rough sex.

I flipped up my hood and started the long walked back to Adam's place. Along the way, I couldn't help but wonder whether he went grocery shopping yet.