Men of Love

Chapter 1

A/N- I've had this story on my phone for a long time. Even before I wrote a 'Week With You'. So I wanted to get it out since I have two stories that are coming to an end. This story has smut in later chapters so watch for the XXXX. This may not be updated every week so be patient.

Anywho, enjoy. Stay Flawless my Lovely Smiles <3

Nikkie :)s

There's a time in everyone's life when they have to take care of themselves. But sometimes past events don't make the person strong enough. They begin to die. They begin to starve out because they can't find a way to fit into society. They take desperate measures.

I took desperate measures. I ran away from a broken home to try and find myself in California. But in less than a week, I would've done anything for money. Instead I was found by another man while I was shivering on the side of the road.

"You're very beautiful." I glanced up at the man in front of me. He wasn't that bad looking either. His was muscly with dyed fire red hair and green eyes. His skin was pale. He pulled me from my spot on the ground. "Would you like a job?"

"Doing what?"

"Doing what I can teach you to do best. How old are you?" I hugged my body close, taking a step back from the mysterious man.

"I'm seventeen." He looked over my body.

"A little young but I can work with it until you're eighteen."

"Until I'm eighteen?" I didn't like this vibe I was getting from him. I didn't like the way he was talking. I didn't like him. He reminded me of someone who ruined my life.

"You would be selling your body for sex."

"A prostitute?" He laughed.

"We prefer escort. And you would make a lot of money." He nudged my shoulder lightly. "What do you say?"

"I say I don't know."

"You'll be dead by next week." There was something in his words that rang true. Like he's seen this happen before. "And it won't break my heart to leave you here. It might break my wallet. A boy like you could attract a lot of business."

"Isn't it illegal?"

"Not if you don't say anything. I can make it so on the books you're eighteen." He put his arm around my shoulders and began leading me out of the alleyway. "Then when you are really eighteen, you can start going with customers." I stopped before I got in his car. This was incredibly stupid. He could be a psycho killer for all I know. But it's die on the streets or die at someone else hands. Either way I'm going out somehow.

"Why'd you stop?" We settled in the back seat of the car as his driver started the car.

"Like I said...." His hand brushed against my cheek. "You're very beautiful." I turned my face away from him. I didn't want him to touch me. I stayed quiet the whole time until he pulled me into a bar and upstairs into a bedroom. "Take off your clothes." I didn't make a move to do what he commanded.

"I don't even know your name."

"It's Miles. Now take off your clothes." I still didn't do it.

"Why?" I winced as one of my bad memories pierced through my brain.

"I have to make sure all my men are clean." I could feel a small blush begin coming to my cheeks as I thought about.

"I've been homeless for a week and-"

"Probably haven't had time to maintain yourself. Yes. I know. All the boys here are picked off the streets." I took off my clothes after a minute of him staring at me with an impatient look. He made a hum of approval, circling me like a vulture.

"What?" He knocked my hands away when I tried to cover my body.

"You have a very nice body. Very skinny but we can fix that. Nice size. Good looking. You'll have men coming from all around to get a piece of you." I tensed when he dragged his fingers down my spine. "Any sexual partners?" I looked down at my feet.

"One."

"Was he clean?" I shrugged. I didn't like talking about it. "Well get you a check up later. As well as getting rid of unwanted body hair. That means your chest and more private areas are going to be waxed." I stood in an awkward silence. "Who was this one person?"

"My mom's twenty something year old boyfriend."

"Voluntary?" He was playing with my hair.

"Not in the beginning." He came by to rub the scruff on my chin. "But I guess I got use to it and just went along."

"That's good. Some of the men will be forcing themselves on you." He went over to the dresser and pulled something out of one of the drawers. "You understand in this business you will be pleasuring men in any way they order and pay. So if they pay for sex but instead ask for a blow job, you do it and keep the money. You have to understand as well most of them will be twice, or even three, times your age. You have to do everything they say."

"I understand." He sighed, putting a necklace around my neck. I looked at the round charm. It said M with a little heart then an L.

"Welcome to the Men of Love." I didn't know what to say in the moment. I had become a prostitute. At least I wasn't one of the ones that get men at the side of the street or the corner. People have to make appointments to get to me. And I'm reserved for the men that pay a lot of money to get to me. Like in the thousands.

"So how does this happen?" We had just got back from getting me checked at the clinic. I was clean. It's been two days since Miles got me off the streets. My hair was cut, I was cleaned up, and certain areas had been waxed.

"I give recommendations from personal experience." I swallowed nervously.

"Personal experience?"

"Well, fake personal experience. I don't actually sleep with my employees." I let out a relieved sigh. I don't think I wanted to have sex with Miles. "Though I wouldn't mind making an exception for you. You have only been with one other man." His hand rubbed up my arm, his eyes dragging down my body.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty eight. Just relax Mitch." Miles lowered me on the bed and I felt nervous. I guess I would get into this eventually. There were rules in this.

1. Always use a condom.

2. You do what ever the customer asks.

3. Expect to wake up alone and if not, leave before they do.

4. Get the money before.

5. Make sure your customer is clean.

But the most important is the last we are ever told.

6. Never fall in love.