Call Boy (ManxBoy)

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I had been gone a week to visit my sister in Queens, and my wallet could definitely tell I'd been out of work for that long. Thankfully, I had my boss arranging anything possible so I wouldn't be broke. She was pretty good at finding me work. It helped that I was the only male she had, and that made me a hot commodity. She could keep me pretty busy, but usually, I only did one call a day. It worked out nicely because often times it only lasts for about an hour and I'm gone, pocketing at least a grand if not more.

It was nice to be able to have that kind of income, because I knew as long as I did a call a day, my bills would be paid ten times over. I loved having the extra cash, but I'll admit I have a bit of a shopping habit. I love clothes--they are sort of necessary in my line of work. You never know when you're gonna need a five-hundred-dollar bright crimson red wrap dress that accentuates every curse, with an equally expensive pair of red stiletto strap heels, with tan pantie-hoes. And, of course, those pantie-hoes have to be tear resistant so that when I'm on my knees on concrete it doesn't get a catch in it. Or, for a toss up, you never know when you'll need a George Armani tuxedo and a forty-five-dollar tie with nice dress shoes.

I have to be prepared for anything in my line of work, so I need makeup, heels, dresses, nice men's dress clothes, men's dress shoes, jewelry for women and men, wigs, casual women's clothes, and casual men's clothes. And even some kinky little costumes depending on what the situation needs. I had a huge walk in closet which held all of my clothes and shoes, and a dresser that housed all my makeup.

I glanced out my window, looking out at the bright blue sky. It was cloudless, and calming. I had a great view in my condo. It's a great set up. I have two bedrooms, one bathroom, an amazing living room, and a bomb ass kitchen for my snacks.

I sat up and scooted down to the bottom of my bed so I was directly in front of my window and picked up my bowl, packing a tight bowl of weed. I put the bowl back into the bong and grabbed my lighter, taking a long hit on it.

I held my breath, giving the THC long enough to sink in before I exhaled and leaned back on my bed, forcing myself to fully relax. It was great to be able to just let go of everything for a bit. Living in a legal state had it's perks, and that was one of them. It was far too risky to do it in my hometown, there were too many cops that didn't like it. But in California, it's legal and I loved it.

My head was swimming a bit, working slowly enough that when my phone rang I didn't fully comprehend what it was that was going on. But, as soon as I did, I picked up the phone. "Hello?" I asked softly.

"Hey Baby, found you a guy." Markeya said to me in her usually happy, upbeat voice. I smiled a bit and looked down at my bed. I laughed softly.

"What's his name?" I asked curiously.

"Darrek Blackwood." She said, and I sucked in a deep breath.

"Isn't he the owner of Blackwood Tech, and a few phone designs that are way over-priced?" I asked her and she laughed a bit, and shrugged.

"Maybe." She said. "There isn't any way to actually see if that is him. I can greatly suspect it, but I can't verify it. You can when you see him tonight. He said to meet him at a restaurant called  Bar a Vin in central California at six pm." I sighed deeply and shook my head.

"Great, he's gonna get drunk and not be able to fuck and then it's gonna be a huge pain in the ass." I said softly. She laughed a bit.