Zene Oneshots

Calender Boy

Zane glanced up at the sign, his expression showing just how guilty he felt.

The sign read Exotic Escorts, a company that one of his aunts owned. He had taken up the job opportunity to be a model as soon as his aunt mentioned it to him, but not because he wanted sex or to have fame. He just needed the money to pay off his debt to his loan shark of an ex-girlfriend, which she had charged him for a million dollars. His parents had refused to pay it off for him, saying he had gotten himself in the mess.

Well, they weren't wrong.

"Oh Zane, my beloved nephew!" The aunt gushed, wrapping him a tight hug. "I always knew you'd be great for modelling!"

"Not that I really enjoy it..." Zane sighed, returning the hug to his aunt.

"Oh Zane, being an escort isn't so bad." His aunt smiled, patting the back of his head. "All you have to do is look good for your client."

"Do... do I have to have sex with the clients?" He asked, his expression gloomy.

"Oh Divines, no!" His aunt gasped, shaking her head. "The sex is entirely optional, sweetie, and our clients always make sure protection is there. If the sex was a guaranteed promise from the start, there would hardly be any escorts!"

"Oh, that's a relief..." He sighed in relief, his face brightening a bit.

"Now now, Zane. We still have to get you all spruced up for your first client!" His aunt squealed, bouncing on her feet. "Oh, just think of what your parents would say!"

"Yeah, and all the months I'm locked in the house with a tracking device." He mumbled, earning a light slap on the cheek.

"Nonsense!" She giggled, pulling him towards the makeup artists.

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"Oh Zane, you look absolutely stunning!"

Zane may look stunning, but he felt like he had gotten plastic surgery for his entire body and was squeezed into boxes too small for him.

"I feel like absolute shit..." Zane admitted, a bit wobbly on his feet.

"The first makeover is always the most painful." She agreed, brushing some hair from his face. "Now, are you ready to meet your first client?"

Zane nodded, but he didn't have much if a choice to begin with. His aunt's word was law here, and he had to listen to her if he wanted to keep this job.

His aunt led him to her office, where there were posters and fliers all over a bulletin board, advertising escorts and job opportunities for the company. He couldn't count how many there were, because they were all crowding and covering each other.

"Now Zane, I really hope you read through that packet I had sent you a week prior to your arrival here." His aunt started, going through her computer. "It did have all the jobs you'll be doing for this year, if you want to pay off that debt as fast as possible."

"No... I never got a chance to." Zane admitted. "My brothers flipped when they saw it. And I don't mean the celebration kind of flip."

"Well, a good boss always makes copies." She smiled, handing Zane another packet. "To put it short, not only are you an escort now, but you're also a pornstar."

Zane's bright expression wilted almost immediately. He had thought he would only be paraded around by clients, looking like a sugar baby or something. He hadn't known he would have to make porn of himself too.

"Oh we never show the faces of our pornstars." The aunt promised, noticing his change in attitude. "The escort company that had been our rival always showed the faces, and more than half of their stars were either put through comas or raped on several occasions."

She handed him a picture of the client.

He immediately felt something in his boxers tighten. Irene, had he already fallen for this man? Divines, he really was pathetic. He had sworn to himself that his loan shark ex-girlfriend was the final straw in love. Yet here he was, getting all crazy in his hormones for this client.

"His name is Gene Charleston, a a popular surfer during the summers, widely known and liked for being a social worker." His aunt said, smiling sweetly. "He took an interest in you the second he saw you. I could see it in his eyes... and his pants, too."

"He's handsome, definitely." Zane agreed, blushing red. "But why does he need an escort? Surely he can get all kinds of ladies and men."

"Oh, the ladies fall over each other for him." His aunt nodded. "The men in this town, however, tend to be more... secretive of these feelings, leaning more towards girls."

"Oh.." He whispered, feeling a bit stupid.

"But I'm sure that someone like you could make even the straightest of men in this town have wet dreams!" She laughed.

"Auntie!" He hissed, blushing from embarrassment as two other escorts walked past the office.

"Oh, calm down, Zane." She sighed, shaking her head. "Now, he's already given us the money that you will get from being his escort... for the entire year."

"An entire year of work, one client?" He asked.

"Yep." Shhe nodded.

"Let him know I'm ready whenever he is."

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"Fuck... oh, Zane, you're too sexy..."

Zane moaned between his lips, Gene pressing his lips back down onto his neck. He was cradling Gene's head in his arms, running his hand through Gene's silky locks of hair. Things weren't supposed to get this far, but Zane couldn't help himself.

They were in Gene's room, on his bed. Zane was becoming lost from Gene's touch, their pelvic areas rubbing together. He whimpered as Gene bit down on his neck, creating a new hickey.

"Oh, Gene..." Zane whimpered out, his face filled with want.

"Zane... we used to be so close, back in high school.." Gene sighed, pulling away and looking him in the eye. "I want it to be like that again.."

"Oh, don't worry, it will be like that again." He promised, gasping as Gene touched his chest.

"Oh, yeah it will be." He smirked, lifting up Zane's shirt. "All year long."

"Well then, suit yourself." He giggled, kissing him on the lips again.

"I'm Gene's sweet little Calendar Boy~."