He Gave Me Hope

Please, Come Hungry

Dean Winchester was the most sought after, the most efficient, and certainly the most attractive in his trade. He worked his butt off to make sure each client was satisfied no matter the request, which left his reputation one to be remembered. It was a typical Saturday night, Dean had just gave a client the most mind blowing night of his life and to say he was satisfied was making a vast understatement, as the man insisted on repaying any way he could. It had irritated Dean to the point that he accepted the request and allowed the client another night.

Dean never saw the same client more than twice, which he clarified once the client asked for another night, much to the clients dismay. Once the night was through Dean left as quickly as he possibly could, not bothering to collect the money left on the night table. Dean sluggishly made his way back to the motel room that he had rented out, pushing the door open once he got it unlocked and throwing his bag to the floor. He has his personal laptop set up on the small night table that was conveniently placed at the foot end of the bed.

Debating whether or not he wanted to do a live cam show or not, Dean pulled his shirt up over his head discarding it to the floor. He sat down on the bed, laying back with his arms extended to the sides as he exhaled a large sigh. Suddenly he heard a ding on his laptop, a sound he had grown used to now since he became a sex worker. It was a last resort really, his choice, because he had exhausted all other forms of work due to his shit attitude and constant narcissistic personality. But Dean didn't care, he had the luxury of sex whenever he wanted. All he had to do was post an ad and people would be lining up to do him, for a price of course.

Again the ding came, causing Dean to sigh heavily as he sat up, rolling over onto his stomach, "alright you horny son of a bitch, calm yourself." Dean pulled up the notification from his website, another request from another desperate person that he could satisfy with his delicious body and seductive ways. Glancing at the request, Dean furrowed his brow slightly as he read it. Such a strange request

From user: wingedangel67

'Hi I found you on another website and I was wondering if I could maybe rent you for the night. I'm fairly new to this and I don't have much experience online really. If you could respond that would be awesome.'

Dean raised his eyebrow in amusement, thinking to himself that this could be entertaining for him. Hitting the reply button, Dean began typing

'hey there cutie, didn't catch a name in your message but paint me intrigued. I'm gonna go ahead and assume you want to arrange a meet up. Perhaps we could discuss price ranges?'

wingedangel67 is typing........

'Oh...uhm sure....are you available tomorrow night?'

Dean stared at the screen for a solid two minutes before he thought of a response, mostly because he was annoyed that he had a long night and now someone wanted him for another. People need their rest for fuck sake. Dean rolled his eyes but typed back a quick reply.

'Sure thing sugar. Just let me know the time.'

The client gave Dean the time of 7:00 pm and also sent the address a few seconds after the message was received, which caught him completely off guard. Usually clients chose to meet up somewhere like a restaurant or somewhere public, none ever gave him a direct address; still Dean made a note of the address in his phone and one more message came through before the client signed off.

'If you could come hungry that would be great'

Dean pulled his lip up into a smirk as he read the message, so he must be into food play then. Dean could roll with that, he wasn't afraid to try any kink at least one time so it wasn't that odd of a request. Sighing heavily, he logged out of his chat, shut down his computer, then sprawled himself out onto the bed. Covering his face with his hands, Dean sat up slowly so he could pull off his pants. He decided that he wouldn't do a show tonight, he was far too exhausted and he didn't want to risk having to accept anymore clients at the moment. Once his head hit the pillow, Dean was out like a light, waking up only once to use the bathroom then he was right back in bed until the sun broke through the closed curtains.