Rentboy

IV

9:35 P.M.
Morris's office
"So what happened to you last night at the peepshow? How come you left without me at your side?" Morris asks, getting up from his desk to walk over to me. I could smell the stench of Scotch and cigar tobacco in his mouth as he opens it to speak again.
"Well. I'm waiting." He says, bending over behind my seat as I look over at him in slight disgust.

Because I didn't want to have sex with you.

"You didn't send Jerome to fetch me, so I went with someone else." I reveal to him, harshly. Clearly he's taken by the tone I chose to have with him and I know this by the way he doesn't waste anytime on slapping his hand on my shoulder with a tight gripped locked onto it as he presses his lips against my ear.

"I am your pimp, Princess. I shouldn't have to fetch you or send anyone to fetch you because you don't run shit and I'm not your damn dog. You don't own me, I own you. So when I tell your ass to stay at the peepshow, what do you do? You stay at the mothafuckin' peepshow, at your booth and wait for me to come and get you. Is that clear?"

I let out an aggravated sigh, "As crystal."

"Who were you with last night? And I swear if you lie to me."
"I was at L--" Before I could finish Morris interrupts me with his own inference.
"That nappy headed ass boy that's giving you drugs? I hope he paid you!" Morris had the best common knowledge of my whereabouts because if I wasn't found with him, he knew I was with either a client or Lenny. Ever since I've gotten with Lenny, we've always fucked and then he'd pay me either before or after. He's always told me not to give any to Morris because I needed things like more outfits and just to be taken care of, but Lenny knew better.

I figured this would be the fifth time I've lied to Morris about Lenny paying me. "He didn't. I just got drugs from him."

Morris scoffs, "Yeah, right. He's probably been digging you out."

I bite my lip, imagining Lenny all over me grinding, biting, kissing me while pounding so hard into me that I could barely talk during or walk afterwards.

In my thoughts, I stated that he sure was digging me out every single damn time he picked me up from the peepshow after a routine. But, outside of my mind, I denied that even a single touch was transferred between us. "Bullshit. I know what you two got going on. And I'll be damned if I ended up having to fuck a special someone up just to get an answer." Morris rants, signaling Jerome to escort me out of his office, but I refused to be escorted and decided on walking myself out because he's been trying to get with me too.

Once I made it outside of the peepshow, I made it my priority to call Lenny first to see where he was so I can smoke with him before going to buy some coke from somewhere else.

"Hello?"

"I'm outside. Figured you could have your way with me today."

"I'm just on my way to get some things to cook with Terence. Are you up for taking a double later?" My lips started to curl with my loins tingling a bit from the offer Lenny's made.

"I could definitely go for that. We planning on getting high first?"

"I'd love to get high, too!" The husky voice that rung into my ears wasn't coming from the phone, but from beside me and once I saw a black Mercedes, I knew who it was in the exact instance I saw his lean physique pressed against the dark hood of his car with a smug look on his face. Mine contorted into a hard scowl, eyes rolling back once seeing him walk towards me. "Was that Michael?" Lenny's voice was insinuating that he had heard him, in which caused me to declare that I'll call him when I'm not being bothered.