Men of Love

Chapter 2

For AnnMarieThrush

A/N: Anytime you see this -> ********** you will be getting a good look into Mitch's past before he became an escort.

I took a deep breath in and stretched my arms above head. My eyes fluttered open. I glanced at the other side of the bed where my client of last night use to be sleeping. He had left in the middle of the night. He's one of my clients that doesn't allow me to go to his house so we just go into the bedroom above Miles's bar. I sat up at a knock on the door. Avi peeked around the corner. Kevin came in with him with a big smile on his face. They work in the accounting and paperwork part of the business. And we were all the best of friends.

"Happy eighteenth birthday Mitch." They came to sit on the bed and Avi handed me a cupcake. I smiled gratefully at them.

"Thanks guys."

"How was last night?" I rolled my eyes.

"Painfully boring. He's a forty year old married man." I sighed, falling back on the bed. I spun the cupcake in my fingers. "Kevin would be a better fuck and he is undeniably heterosexual. Speaking of, how's Kirstie?" Kevin flashed one of his award winning smiles.

"She's good. Though being a B-List Actor is making her irritated." I guess it was weird. The types of friends I made. An accountant and a paper pusher. Then they're friends with a whore. I have no one. Kevin had Kirstie. Avi has Elissa. And I'm left waking up with no one to tell me how beautiful I am. I just wanted some guy besides Miles to tell me that. I mean I'm eighteen. They're in their late twenties.

"That's great." My hand clasped over my necklace. I wasn't allowed to take it off.

"Doing anything special for your birthday?" Avi nudged me, his deep voice coming from the rumbling of his chest.

"Working." Kevin's smile failed at my answer.

"Why can't Miles give you one fucking day off?!"

"Because Mitch is in popular demand right now." We all looked at the doorway where Miles was leaning against it with his arms crossed. "Now leave."

"Bye Mitch." Avi and Kevin said in unison as they were leaving. Miles shut the door behind him.

"How does it feel to be legal to fuck?" He came to sit on the bed next to me.

"As degrading as it was before." He took the cupcake from my hand and set it on the nightstand. I found myself getting annoyed with my boss. He ran his fingers through his hair. Now it was dyed dark purple.

"Don't be a party pooper." He sounded like a seven year old. "You're making good money. You have roof over your head, food in your stomach, and clothes on your back. What are you complaining about?" I didn't say anything. I knew he would just twist it around or use it against me in some way.

I wanted to feel important. It's been on the records for a year that I was eighteen. Miles didn't wait for me to actually have my birthday before selling me off to customers. I had the two regulars that keep setting appointments. The married man I was with last night and a closet gay who lives with his homophobic father. And they're paying money they don't even have. Then I had some notorious screenwriter who was like fifty that I had to give a blow job to before he threw me out of the house. It was ridiculous what people do to get laid out here.

"What do you want?" Miles looked up from where he was picking at my sheets.

"I can't say happy birthday to my favorite whore." He used those words to break me down. It was the way he got off.

"No. You can't." He rolled his eyes.

"Have you thought about my offer?"

"I'm not going to do a porno." I slid off the bed and began putting some clothes on.