'Maybe Prostitution Isn't All That Bad' phan smut

One: Very Abrupt Greetings

Guys I'm warning you here this fan fiction is R rated and contains a lot of smut and not much plot so
If you were going to read plot and not smut then I'm afraid you can choose out of the others on my profile but this one isn't very innocent ;)

I couldn't help it.i didn't mean to do it, but I wasn't thinking and I guess my actions happened without my brain telling them to stop.

Hi. my names Phil Lester, and I just broke up with my fiancé. Of a year and a half.

It doesn't even sound as bad a is actually was when I happened. I couldn't stop thinking about it, and went days of crying and panic attacks I decided to just stop, and think. he cheated on me for sex, I can get him back with sex.

I reached for the phone, considering I spent hours looking up the right website and choosing only the best for my mind at the moment.

I dialled the number and waited for three rings until it was answered by a chirpy lady at the other side of the phone.

"Hello, Oxford Prostitutional Services here. How may I be of assistance." her voice was the kind of so happy it's almost scary and its a forced sort of happy, making me gulp and I fixed my mindset, answering her question.

"Yes I'd like to order one of the top young 20's prostitutes you have to offer." I demanded, with a rather deep, posh sounding accent. I don't know where it came from, but I had to sound strong and composed, as to not embarrass myself.

"Of course sir. do you want a 20 year old, and 18 year old or a 23 year old?" she queried. I considered for a second. I wanted someone younger, so
I was more dominant. so maybe the 18? that's only 5 years difference. It's fine.

"I'll take the 18 year old please. and I am male just to warn you." I said steadily, not to worry the woman.

"I know, I chose for you from the gay range. enjoy sir, I need him back tomorrow by 4 but its £10 an hour (idk if thats cheap or expensive how am I supposed to know?) up until then" she finished.

I didn't say anything else apart from my address, and ran upstairs to shower. Daniel was busy 'training' (who dares to think what thats about) or another hour but w should be here in an hour and a half max. so at half past eleven roughly he should turn up. I dressed in just neat tracksuit bottoms and a purple gengar t-shirt.

I heard a knock at the door and got very excited. I had to
Compose myself before going to answer it, an pulled it open to reveal a brown haired boy with deep, beautiful brown eyes and a haircut similarly styled to mine. I observed what he was wearing. only a tiny pair of black sparkling boxers and he was very, VERY fit.

He stopped himself inside the house and dumped a small bag on the floor in my hallway, and turned to look at me.

"And you, your name is Phil." he said, a aura of mystery lingered in his words, and he attacked my, pushing me against the wall an kissing me so hard.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

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A/N

Yep that was shit I'm sorry it's like typing these makes me tired I'm so tired again. I'm cba to read through it and check it so if there are typos I'm sorry.

Again, not for young minds.

Let me know what you think!

Annabel x