Naughty Appointments

Appointment 3

{Author's Note: I wrote this a very long time ago but quickly discarded it because it was a weird idea. But now I'm kinda digging it so enjoy.}

Whispers.
Laughter.
Taunts.
Whistles.

That's all he is accustomed to when walking down the halls. He knows they were all directed towards him, no doubt. He had quite the nutty reputation on campus that few knew about, but that wouldn't last long, now that his "business" was boosting up. And what a strange business it was.

The boy walked towards his locker, trying hard not to give into the heavy glares he was receiving on the back of his head. He skillfully unlocked his locker an d cautiously opened it. In there he found three notes.

Main Hall Bathroom: 4:00 pm

Eastern back of school: 6:00 pm

Hotel 41, Room 203: 9:00 pm

He examined each note , especially the third note. Fancy writing filled the note with such procession, it questioned him a bit. But the boy simply shrugged it off.

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"Such a skillful prostitute" The cruel man taunted towards the boy. The man yanked the boy's hair to remove his mouth from his flaccid member. The boy whimpered, though this has happened many times before.

The boy was shoved towards the ground and was thrown a few pounds in his face. He examined the currency in his hands and smiled when the man gave him a few extra. The boy looked up to thank the man, but he was gone already.

They don't care, he thought.

That was the end of his second appointment. And it was only 6:37, which gave him plenty of time to get ready for his third and final appointment of the day. The boy tidied up his clothes as best as he could, and started to walk to his flat. Heads turned to stare at him as he walked down the busy street, but he didn't pay no mind.

Upon arriving, he found a yet another note taped to his door.

"Eviction Notice" it read in big red, bolded letters.

The boy sighed angrily and tore the sign down. He ripped his clothes off and took a quick shower. He jumped in a new pair of clothing and put on a little makeup. He thought this was good enough.

The boy grabbed his keys, but not before glancing at his bass guitar. The memories that instrument held was sacred to him.

The man once again set out to attend his last appointment. Hotel 41.

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The boy glanced at his watch and read the time. He was five minutes early.

Shows how slutty I am, the boy thought to himself. He chortled at his own inside joke and smiled.

The boy decided to look around and admire the hotel. It was extravagant. It looked expensive. The carpet looked better than the half-tattered clothes he wore, and it made him anxious. Who in their right mind would stay at a place like this for a one night stand?

The boy fidgeted a bit at the thought of who. Probably a very old  man that had everything but sex. The thought alone made the boy repulse.

The boy glanced at his watch once again. A minute till nine. The boy decided to walk towards the specified room he was given. The number "203" was fancily placed on the door. The boy took a deep breath and raised his fist.

Now or never, he thought.

He gave a few quick taps onto the door. He heard shuffling from the other side, and soon heard the locks being fiddled with. The door slowly opened and John only thought of the worst before seeing the strangers face.

The boy relaxed a bit. Both relieved and content with the fact the man was not very old, and was attractive.

"Hello darling." The man greeted kindly. The boy was never greeted during his appointments, everyone sorta "got into" it.

The boy weakly responded with a little "hi."

"My name is Freddie, Freddie Mercury." The man spoke. Why was he telling the boy this? Perhaps to moan his name?

"I'm John." The boy responded.

"I'm sure John has a last name." Freddie said.

"Deacon. John Deacon."