Teach Me. (NSFW)

Flashback

*Start Flashback*

Hunter sighed to himself as he traipsed through the mall. He had just submitted yet another job application, already knowing he was going to get turned down again. No one would hire a teenager with dyed black hair that wore eyeliner, chains, and black nail polish. He decided to look to see if any other stores that he hadn't applied to yet were hiring, even though he knew it was a waste of time. His phone suddenly rang in his pocket. Already knowing who it was, he retrieved his phone and hit the answer button,

"Yes mom?" Hunter sighed.

"Any luck?" his mother asked.

"How many times do I have to say it? No one is gonna hire me. I may as well give up"

"You need a job, Hunter. You're 18. We're not gonna keep giving you money whenever you want it, you have to earn it yourself" Hunters mothers said sternly. Hunter sighed and hung up without saying goodbye. He stuffed his phone back in his pocket and was about to head over to Hot Topic when he heard a voice behind him,

"Sounds like you could use a job". Hunter turned to see a tall, slim man leaning against the wall behind him.

"Who the hell are you?" Hunter asked the man.

"That's no way to talk to your future employer" the man replied with a sneer.

"Who says I want to work for you?" Hunter said, mirroring the mans expression.

"Doesn't sound like you'll be working for anyone else". Hunter growled at the man but quickly realized this may be his only chance at getting a job. He sighed in defeat,

"What exactly would I be doing?"

"That's not important right now. I want to interview you tomorrow at my office" the man said, handing Hunter his business card. Hunter suddenly became uneasy,

"Hang on, I'm not just gonna go in for an interview for a job where I have no idea what I'm gonna be doing!"

"Like I said, Hunter. You really don't have much of a choice. See you tomorrow!" the man said as he turned and walked away. Hunter stood there dumbfounded,

'Did I just get a job...? And how did that guy know my name?' Hunter shrugged both questions off and looked at the business card the man had given him. The black card read, -Angelo. Manager: Bel Ami- in elegant gold script. 'Bel Ami...I feel like I've heard that before...'. Hunter decided to postpone his trip to Hot Topic and instead ran home.

Hunter got home and ran up to his room, locking the door behind him just in case even though no one was home. He opened his laptop and typed 'Bel Ami' into the search bar, unprepared for what popped up on his screen.

Her nearly fell out of his chair from shock. The first thing that appeared on his screen was a picture of 2 boys that looked to be about his age having sex,

"What the hell?!?!? Is THIS Bel Ami?" Hunter said to himself out loud. He wanted to call Angelo and ask why the hell he thought that Hunter would ever consider becoming one of those boys, but the card he was given didn't have a number. He needed an explanation, but he knew he wouldn't get one unless he went to that interview tomorrow. Hunter groaned loudly, already dreading having to get 'interviewed' by that creep that calls himself a manager. He decided it would be best to sleep so he would be prepared and rested for tomorrow. After showering and slipping on a pair of sweat pants, Hunter closed his eyes and went to sleep, the image of the two boys still burned into his head.

The Next Day (still a flashback)

Hunter woke up and stretched the next morning. He got up and was about to get ready, when he realized that he had no idea what to wear, say, or do for this interview. He decided to go with his usual black skinny jeans and band shirt. He slipped out of his house, not bothering to announce his leave or where he was going. Hunter sighed to himself as he began the long, arduous walk to the address on the card, which was at least 5 miles away. He wasn't even two blocks from his house when a black limo pulled up next to him. Hunter ignored the vehicle and kept walking until he heard a familiar voice,