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Chapter 5: Recline

As the Taxi drove towards Boystown, I held my arm and groaned. I was slightly annoyed by the turnout of the morning. Swash had tried to make a joke of my unfortunate incidence. I chuckled lightly in my throat. The man was full of surprises. In barely eight hours he had made me puke, cry, moan with delight and get angry. All without having sex with me. I looked up as Boystown came into view. Morning traffic was always a bitch, and was sure to raise my cab fare. I sighed in exasperation.

The cab got to Dorian's apartment. Jason was at the station today. Emmet was probably at his other job; he worked with a butcher. Probably why he thought to name me "Meat". As well as the slew of meat-related nicknames I got on every other day.

 "Hey. Anything for me?"
"Nah. Oh wait, something came in. M Smith says he wants you again, and you should call him. It seemed more like an off-work request though. Have you been busy again?" he eyed me playfully. I sighed. I've been sighing a lot recently.
"Great, so that means my day is clear. Maybe I can hit the job market. I really need the extra cash."
"Or you could primp yourself up and become the next Dorian. He's in the Maldives right now. Lucky bastard."

 Dorian was one person who was too good to be true. He had studied to be a nurse, which meant he had the brains. Coupled with stunning dark looks from his part-Moroccan traits, as well as a body and cock to drool over, he was a dream. He set up this business of ours, pushing us beyond many of the competing sex-workers and made enough money to live off his clients. He never did anyone below upper middle class, and right now, he had snagged some young millionaire who was only too happy to show him around the world. But he was still our boss, all the way from the Maldives. He still sent messages and managed everything. Emmet was second in command, but we all knew he was close to retiring. Alex was comfortable enough to take care of him now, and he often said that he physically did clients while mentally doing Alex. Maybe that's what love was. I don't know.

 "Are you comfortable in that chair?" I had to ask because of how awkwardly he was hunched over.

 Jason always looked out of place at the Station. Jason was a line backer in high school, but quit once he didn't make it to get a college scholarship. He was pretty smart too and somehow pulled off getting a first class degree in accounting at the Community College. He had balance sheets with him and was using the spreadsheet programme on the computer. His boss let him take work home on Thursdays, thanks to some weird arrangement that I never wanted to find out about, so he could do both jobs at once. He was purely a top, which didn't raise his appeal as much, and many thought he was going to be rough because of his intimidating size. Most times, he only got bondage and domination requests, which he did quite well, as much as it wasn't really his thing. I'd had sex with Jason when I was starting out as a sex worker, just for practice. He was a sweetheart with a sweet dick. He loved to cuddle.

 "So what's the deal with the Malone guy? You're really thinking about joining the dating scene?"
"We met yesterday. Apparently I look like his ex."
Jason sucked through his teeth. "Tough."
"Yeah. Anyway, I'm off. Buzz me if anything comes in."

 I left Dorian's apartment and went over to mine. It was a small studio block, because that's what I could afford. But it was mine and I loved it dearly. I showered and changed clothes and played with my phone as I walked around with bare feet. Malone had left two new messages, both asking me to call him. I hit the call button and waited. He picked up.

 "Hey I-"

"You had me worried for a minute there." Malone's deep voice cooed from the speakers. "I really wanted to take you out tonight."
"That's what I was calling you about-"
"You're busy? I could always reschedule."

Well, he was persistent. I thought he was a great guy. Nice and considerate. I just didn't want to become a replacement for Jeff.

"Malone, I know you want me to be Jeff. But I can't." I said it so bluntly, but I was glad I did. I didn’t have the strength to come up with a way to let him down easy.