All the Love • Zach Herron One-Shots

*3 | Trust | Zonah

Note: This is probably gonna turn into a story because I'm really feeling it :p
Update: It's gonna be called "Back to Him". Someday it's gonna be uploaded on my profile, just be on the lookout :)

Summary: Zach Herron is used to his lifestyle at a strip club, where there's bad men and long nights. But when meeting Jonah Marais, it makes him consider hope for something good in his life.

Warning(s): subtle mentioning of rape
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Zach Herron celebrated his twenty-first birthday on a pole. It was for his job, which he despised but it was the only source of income.

The hungry eyes and lewd smiles, the whistles and the crude language made Zach's skin prickle with humiliation and fear. He wasn't safe from anyone, which he learned the hard way on his eighteenth birthday.

When he ended his routine, skillfully collecting the money and heading offstage, he was glad that nobody spat on him or touched him. It was a less rowdier crowd, thankful for Thursdays. Fridays there were more bodies, and the worse was Mondays, because it was universally a crappy day which made men drunker on Monday nights or frustrated.

Zach adjusted his clothes, but he wasn't completely done. Because of his age, he was allowed to use his body for services. It wasn't like he was going anyway in life, and he was no longer a virgin, so he was a prostitute.

Most of the experiences were not that bad—mostly business men who wanted a quick fuck and even men who gave in to their desires due to their girlfriend or wife refusing.

The scandals in town were shocking, making Zach partially think how fortunate it was that he didn't really give a fuck about anyone. It was easier to be alone—he couldn't trust anyone who would remain faithful, and already being tainted, he would always remain undesirable.

He washed himself down, and fixed his hair a bit before his first customer went in. It was a man—broad with a black suit and tie.

Zach bit his lip, not to look coy, but judging the size. He was seriously concerned that the man could easily break him, but he went closer anyway. "Come on. Let's go on the bed." He reached to take off the tie, but was slapped away.

"Don't touch me, you filthy bitch."

Zach recoiled, but face remained passive. "D-Do you want someone else? I can get you another person," he whispered.

"No, I want to fuck you against the wall." The man didn't hesitate in pushing Zach up against the wall, and starting to grope.

Zach felt like he was suffocating, and he struggled to regain some sense of control. A unwanted image appeared in his mind.

Hands. Too close. Breath rancid. His body was held down on the mattress, towered by a menacing body. Lips trailed down his neck, then a voice whispered in his ear—

"S-Stop," Zach uttered, tears streaming down his face.

"I paid you for a night," the man snarled. "Turn around."

Zach complied, squeezing his eyes shut. He had to act professional, or else he won't get paid. The man was kind enough to prep him, but it was painful and inexperienced with dry fingers. Zach pushed back on them, since it was all he had.

"You're so tight and small," the man said. "You new?"

Zach didn't know what to answer. If he said yes, the man would either consider him more experienced but if he said no, people liked the idea of taking a person's virginity.