Ruby Red {Frerard}

Spoil Me Rotten

"Hey there, Ruby," A tall man smirked from his chair when Gee entered the room. "How much will a hundred get me?"

Gee feigned a smirk and tapped his chin, "A lap dance and a damn good handjob."

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That was the remainder of Gee's night for that cold Sunday night in New Jersey. Riding a rather mature man in the back of his beat-up Chevy, a few handjobs, and a sloppy drunk trying to earn a blowjob for much less than he could pay for. 

Finally, it was almost 2:00 and the last person on Gee's list was an impatient Frank Iero. As soon as the lingerie-clad boy left his workroom, the stage was already dim and most of the performers had gone home-- whether themselves or with someone else (like a certain Brendon who got lucky with that lanky scamp in the front row). 

Frank was seated alone at his table, finger skimming along the rim of his martini glass as he bade goodnight to the people rushing home. He checked his watch and dipped his finger into the glass, making sure it was dry before he set it upside-down on top of a $10 tip. 

"Frank Iero?" Gee called anxiously.

Frank's gaze immediately shot from his glass to the awkward-looking stripper by the back hall steps. He smirked slightly before calling out in response, "That would be me, Ruby."

Sweet mother of God, I can't do this.

"How much money are you putting in for your night with me, hot stuff?" Gee pushed away his nervous feeling and bit his lip, walking over to Frank's table.

"Three-hundred if you let me fuck that pretty ass of yours in a hotel room," Frank leaned back as Gee reached his table. "Two-hundred more if you stay until morning. Possibly more if the next morning includes a little favor."

"Five-hundred?" Gee was taken aback at the fact Frank was spending $500 on a whore from a nightclub. "Hm, you spoil me rotten, sugar."

"Of course, baby," Frank cooed. "Let's get out of here."

Gee followed the other man to the door, only now realizing how well-dressed that he was. Frank had a classic suit and nice-looking black shoes, exuding expensive even in the way he walked. He held the door for Gee, which the stripper appreciated.

The parking lot was nearly empty, with only a few cars. On the far side of the lot was a beautiful car. It was a deep, glossy red and had a smooth shape to it.

When the hell did Frank get so rich?

Gee wasn't going to complain, though, as the passenger door was opened for the red-haired man. He slid himself onto the black leather seat and felt a tightness in his lower stomach as Frank got into the car. He became nervous and looked out of the window.

The radio started up and it calmed him a bit, the soft music in the stiff and tense atmosphere of the car.  

There was a business card on the dashboard and Gee was too anxious to actually snoop around- especially in front of Frank.

So, he did the obvious thing, leaning forward slightly in his seat and trying to read it from the reflection of the windshield. 

"You comfortable, Red?" Frank's low voice cut through Gee's thoughts.

Gee just nodded.

He leaned back in his seat and stopped trying to read the card, letting his imagination take flight as to what made Frank so successful meanwhile Gee ended up a prostitute.

But no amount of guessing could have prepared him for the moment that the car turned into the parking lot of Gravois Hotel and Suites, the most notoriously expensive and high-brow hotel in the history of New Jersey.

Okay, that might have been an exaggeration.

But damn. 

Gee didn't want to seem as impressed as he really was, but couldn't help staring at the giant over-arch above the glass doorway. 

His door opened and he took Frank's outstretched hand.

It was only when they were approaching the door when he realized how skimpily-dressed he was. He must have looked so out-of-place and he wanted to cry when he walked through the door.

"Reservation under Iero," Frank's voice was low and casual.

"Yes, sir," The woman at the desk slid a key-card toward Frank.

"Thank you," He began walking down a small hallway, finally reaching the room number on the card, 217.

He opened the door and looked at Gee, biting his lip.

"Make it worth 500, sweetheart."