The Hooker (BoyxMan)

ONE

I remembered in year 10 we were asked to design a poster of what we wanted to be.

Most of the other children in my class chose hair dressers, politicians, firemen or even doctors.

I designed a poster of a skinny boy wearing shorts while leaning against a wall, a very masculine, well-muscled guy at his feet with money in his hands.

I never showed it to the class, pretending that I hadn't done one when I was asked to show mine.

Fifteen year old me pretended that I didn't like trying on my mother's skirts or wearing her makeup either.

Now I'm 10 years older and a hell lot more confident about wearing women's underwear while I'm cleaning my apartment. I also wear them while I work the streets.

You may be questioning what went wrong in my life for my dream job to be blowing guys for spare cash. But that's the thing. Nothing ever went wrong. The idea of getting paid just to give someone temporary love is very appealing to me. And now it's not just a dream.

I'm one of the most successful sex workers in Los Angeles, and let me tell you, it is definitely Not a city of angels. They're all demons in disguise with very much so perverted kinks clouding their minds when they've had one too many glasses to drink.

I'm making it safer for vulnerable people to walk the streets while I take all of their fears of rapists from them by letting it happen to me. And the best thing? I can decide how much I get paid.

Now back to the present. I was kneeling on the floor of a club bathroom with a very nervous and clearly inexperienced accountant's dick in my mouth while the owner of the tiny todger was groaning and moaning from above me.

I saw his hand go for his phone and before he could even glance at it, I pulled off and said "pictures and videos will cost you more". He raised his eyebrows. I was already charging him around $200 for the blowie.

"Take it or leave it, baby" I purred, my voice a high pitched rumble of sexual desire.

He grumbled and seemed to have decided it was worth it as he opened his camera and started to take pictures and videos of my on my knees for him.

And then, without giving any warning, his body started shaking. I had already explained to him that  I wouldn't swallow it (Lord knows what I might catch) and it would cost him more to come on my face. He decided to go with the latter as he pulled out and my hands sought him, rubbing him and whispering filthy words to him until be came all over my face.

"that will be $500 all in all" I announced, his eyes widening in shock. nevertheless, his hand went into his pocket and he pulled out the notes. I took them with a smirk then shooed him out of the stall. I shoved the money in the band of my panties under my high waited black shorts before I grabbed the scratchy toilet paper and started to scrub my face with it, using the warm water from the taps to clean the more sticky parts.

I smirked at myself in the mirror, fluffed up my hair and then I left the bathroom, letting the techno beat slam into my body while I checked out and winked at the young men glancing at my attire.

What can I say? It's a fun world when you're a sex worker.

A/N: This is who and/or what I pictured the characters to looks like:

Kaiden Ashmore (the sex worker) ~ Lucky Blue Smith

Alexandros DuMort (the client) ~ Steven Chevrin

Mason (Alexandros' Bodyguard) ~ David Gandy