The Rent Boy

A Good Suit Can Change Your Life

Harry watched as the young man pace outside the shop, looking out of place in his jacket and hat. Finally, he seemed to work up the nerve to actually walk in and towards the desk.

"Can I help you?" Harry asked politely. The kid chewed his lip for a moment. It was painfully obvious it was his first time doing something like this. Harry wondered briefly if he'd even spent more than ten minutes buying clothes or if he just got whatever seemed would fit.

"Uh, yeah," he muttered. "I need a suit."

Harry waited for further explanation but when he realized that nothing more was coming, he let out a slightly irritated breath. He was just going to need to be patient with this kid, he reminded himself.

"What's the occasion?" He asked. The kid looked uncomfortable.

"I have a job interview," was the reply. Harry nodded. Alright, they were making progress. He walked around from behind the desk, offering a disarming smile.

"Alright. Was there anything you had in mind...? What was your name again?" He asked.

"My name is Eggsy. And I don't really. I've never owned a suit before and I was told this was the best place," he said, shuffling his feet. "And I just... I really need to make a good impression."

Harry studied him for a second, Eggsy not even noticing the scrutiny as he looked around.

"Alright, Eggsy," he said before it could get awkward. "Hopefully together we can figure out something that will get you the results you want."

Eggsy nodded and Harry directed him into a fitting room. He grabbed a tape measure and turned to Eggsy, who was watching him in the mirror. Harry came up behind him, looking him over.

"I'm going to need you to remove your jacket," he said and Eggsy looked startled for a moment. "So I can get your measurements."

"O-oh, right," Eggsy said, forcing a cocky smile. "I knew that."

Harry smirked a bit. He set about getting Eggsy's dimensions and wrote them down on a notebook he produced from his pocket as he went. Eggsy tried to stay still, though Harry could tell that he wasn't used to being touched this way.

"So, might I ask what job you're being interviewed for?" He asked conversationally. Eggsy looked down at where he was crouched next to him, measuring the inside of his thigh. "It might help nail down what exactly would be best for you."

"Uh, a secretary position," he replied. Harry nodded, not at all bothered that he was mere centimeters from Eggsy's crotch. Why would he be? He did this on a regular basis. "Not sure I'm qualified for it, though."

"Do you know how to work a computer? Answer phones?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, but it's a bit more than that, innit?" Eggsy asked, looking in the mirror. Harry hummed for a moment.

"There is more, yes, but those will get you through the first week at least," Harry replied as he scribbled down a number. "You'll probably have to deal with under appreciation but that's common for a lot of jobs."

"It'll be better than where I am now," Eggsy said quietly, obviously meaning to keep it to himself. Harry glanced up at him and then stood up.

"Right, well. Give me a moment and I'll see what I can find," Harry said. He left the fitting room and when he returned, he had something folded over his arm. "I want you to try this on for me and let's see how it looks."

Eggsy allowed him to slip the jacket onto him and, after a bit of fussing, stepped back. Harry looked him over critically, eyes narrowed at the dark grey fabric.