The Sinner is You

Chapter Five

Chester stepped into his home, wanting to break down and cry. He was beginning to hate Mike for making him so aroused being able to make him feel as good as he did. He despised getting off with a client, even if Mike was different. He was helping the guy have an affair and as much as he was actually enjoying the sex, he wasn't happy with helping Mike bring down his marriage.

He was glad Sam wasn't home and probably wouldn't come back for the night, though Chester would be out working for most of it. Either way, he was looking forward to having an empty house when he came back and he hoped into the bathroom, starting up the shower, so he could clean up before heading out.

He stepped under the hot water that immediately reddened his flesh and burned, but he didn't mind. He felt disgusting, but also painfully aroused at the thought of Mike. He loved the secure feeling he felt when Mike gripped onto him tightly and the way he looked at him made Chester feel as though he wasn't a prostitute or a stripper for a moment. He'd forget who he was as he'd lose himself in pleasure.

He picked up his lavender shampoo, which his boss seemed to prefer him use, as it brought an essence of innocence to his aroma. He lathered the soap into his hair and rinsed, letting the familiar smell consume him. He always had a soft spot for the smell, but knew that if he ever broke away from this life, he'd start to hate it. He could still remember the night when he first accepted the job.

~

Chester was 17 when he was kicked out of his friend's house for his drug abuse. He had been kicked out of his parents' home a year previously and this was the last friend he had, Rob, who had tried desperately to guide him out of the path he was headed down.

"I'm sorry, I just can't help you anymore and it's killing me to watch you hurt yourself with this stuff," Rob said to him. "I don't want to do this, I really don't, but you have to leave."

"It's fine," Chester sighed, though he was internally panicking at the thought of being homeless. "I get it."

"Don't go away mad, Ches. I don't want to do this, but you don't want to get better," Rob pleaded and paused. "If you can promise me, right here, right now, that you'll stop... You can stay."

"I can't," Chester croaked through the tears welling up in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Chester. Here," Rob quickly grabbed some paper and ripped a piece off, scribbling a number on it and handing it to Chester. "When you get the chance, call me. I don't want to kick you out of my life."

"Okay," Chester said softly, turning and leaving.

He hadn't called Rob, but kept the paper close to him, making sure he always knew where it was. Rob was the only friend of his that actually stuck his neck out for him and protected him. Chester knew it wouldn't last long and was grateful for a place to stay, but he didn't want to intrude on his life anymore than he already had.

He left and wandered the streets of the city, unsure where to go. He settled against a building in an alley and sighed deeply, letting the tears pour. He felt awful for Rob and himself, unsure how he would even support his drug abuse now if he was going to have to hunt down his own food somehow. He heard footsteps approaching him and froze.

"What's a young man like you doing in an alley so late?" A man's voice asked and he looked up, seeing broad shoulders and buzz-cut hair. He wasn't sure what to tell this man, not knowing if he could trust him.

"I got kicked out," Chester decided he had nothing else to lose and perhaps this man could help him.

"Do you have anywhere else to go?" He asked and Chester shook his head. "Would you like a job? A roof over your head? Food?"

"I... Well, yeah," Chester frowned, not knowing where this was going. He didn't know if this man was taunting him or offering help.

"Drugs?" The next question came and Chester froze, eventually nodding. "Come with me."

"Why? Where are we going?"

"To your new home. I have many names, but just call me boss," He said and offering a hand to Chester. "Accepting this job could save your life."

"What's the job?"

"Stripping. Prostitution," Boss shrugged and Chester's features fell. He should've suspected as much. He extended his hand, silently accepting the offer.

~

He walked into The Vibe, looking for his first customer. The first person he'd get would always set the tone for the rest of the night, making it important that he doesn't accidentally get someone violent. His luck these days always seemed to run short and he'd get left with the guys who were avoided all night by the others, making them angry and extra horny.

He approached a man who looked as though he carried a lot of money, wearing a suit and tie, probably being a business man of some sort. He smiled hungrily at the man, who grinned in return.

"Having fun tonight, sweetheart," Chester sweet talked him, hoping it'd get him a bit of extra cash.

"Mmm, not as much fun as we're going to have," He smirked and Chester wanted to roll his eyes. The man would certainly have fun, but Chester wouldn't. "You do work outside of stripping?"

"I do anything you want, baby," He purred and slid onto the man's lap, grinding up on him. "Call me Kitty."

"Well, Kitty, how much for how long?"

"Eighty bucks an hour, three hundred for the night," He smiled, rising his own prices as he normally did to customers who looked like they were packing mad cash.

"Well, what're we waiting for? Let's go," The man directed and Chester knew from that moment that he was going to be all about control. Chester didn't mind, it just meant he'd have to lay there and just take it.

He took the man's hand and guided him to his room. Right when the door shut, lips connected to his neck and the man's hands searched up and down his body, immediately stripping away his shirt. Chester wanted to cringe at the suddenness, but allowed the man to do as he pleased. He turned the tables and pushed the guy onto the bed, removing his jacket in the process. He crawled up on him, beginning to undo his tie and shirt.

"What do you like, baby?" Chester breathed out seductively, exposing the man's chest, making him groan in the process.

"Got a whip?"

~

Mike made himself a coffee, snapping his laptop shut. He didn't feel like surfing the web anymore, as a certain stripper came back to his mind. He was feeling extremely horny by the time he found his phone and dialed Chester, wanting nothing more than to fuck the boy raw.

"Yeah?" Chester snapped upon answering and Mike was taken aback, not expecting Chester to be so harsh.

"Come over," He breathed out, feeling more and more aroused at the thought of him.

"Seriously? Now? Not only am I on the clock, but I just got fucking whipped, so you're going to have to deal with your good old buddy connected on your wrist if you're looking for some action," Chester spat and Mike froze.

"Whipped?"

"Yeah, whipped. What do you think I endure every night? A fancy, candle-lit dinner?" He laughed roughly and sighed. "Look, Mike, I know you're frustrated and horny right now, but I'm not fucking anymore tonight, it got too rough. If you want anything to do with me, come down here and watch me dance. That's all I can offer you right now and I'm sorry."

"Yeah... Okay," Mike said uncertainly and hung up, not wanting to anger the stripper further. With a heavy sigh, he sat back and wondered if he should go or not. Perhaps he'll just deal with a different prostitute for the night.