The Brothel Boy

Coke and boxed emotions

It was August 14th, 1970. It was hot, the first hot day in a while. it's very gloomy and rainy usually around these months so it took him back a bit earlier in the day when he finally decided to crawl out of bed. Murdoc was sitting in his yellow Chevrolet Vega now waiting on Nova, his boss to finish up. He was booking the next models we were to use on this big photo shoot. Murdoc didn't care for this part much and sticks to just designing the clothes behind closed doors.
He was shirtless non the less, wearing a pare of tight blue jeans and his medallion around his neck, waiting in his car he notices how tan his olive green skin has been becoming with all of these shoots outside. Sweat drips down his neck as he impatiently flicks the cigarette between his fingers. He listens to Janis Joplin on the radio, he loved how scratchy her voice was yet so empowering, he made a note to see her live sometime soon, maybe he could find a little boytoy to tag along with him. His train of thought was interrupted by Nova opening the door and shutting it once he was inside, he had a cigarette inbetween his lips and talked with the side of his mouth. "So I know where we can snag some more blow for our next photoshoot" he flicks the fag into the car ash tray. "Are you even listening to me man? this is a big deal this is the biggest magazine we have ever worked with are you even listening to me!?" He turns down the radio and starts explaining the plans to follow the next couple of weeks, dates to meet the models, making sure he come up with perfect designs that fit the latest trends. Which was never a downfall on his part.
They drove around town blasting music that came on and soon following the instructions that Nova gave him, they pulled up to a cookie cutter tan and white house. Nove leaned over and said "this is it, Becky is just inside I'll be back in a few" he winked and playfully elbowed the other mans arm as Nova sled out of the car, walking up he was confident, he had a perfect body as well, somewhat tall, thicker around the legs yet skinny everywhere else, black thick hair, he was Native American. Murdoc would be lying if he said he wasn't attracted to him, he tried for years but soon after Nova married within his tribe, he still slept around with whoever, promising modeling opportunities which they always got. At first that was why Murdoc turn to the booze, and then to the weed, and then to the stronger drugs. He wanted to stop the feelings he had for the other man but at some point there was no feelings left and just an addiction and it wasn't even one specific thing either, it was anything that release dopamine he was addicted to.
It was about 45 minutes when Nova came walking out of the house and his hair obviously messed up and his shirt unbuttoned, however his shirt was messily tucked in into his pink bell-bottoms.
They didn't say much words at this point, Murdoc started getting them two lines ready of the white powder he was handed.
He was okay now the powder race up his nose and burned a little bit, but that wasn't even the hard part at first, he used to have an issue with the drip that would get stuck in the back of his throat. It was always so nasty tasting but at this point he welcomed it.
Now it's time for them to go to the next destination Nova excitedly claimed he handed over a map with a circle around the destination. Looking over the map, Murdoc noticed this pub wasn't on the nice side of town but they were pretty well-known, so they dont like going around where people would notice who they were. So that is why they were drawn to the dingy part of the city but that was okay. Murdoc was actually raised with his abusive father over around these parts of town. Just because he has money now doesn't take away where he came from. It was almost like driving back to his drunkin horrible father, who beat him and shoved things up his arse once he found out Murdoc was gay, he was happy the mother fucker died years ago, heart attack. He smiled thinking of him dying alone with no one around him, not even his sons.
The pub was all a blur really, he couldn't describe what the place looked like inside even if he wanted to. So many people of all kinds where here, they didn't give a fuck about you and you didn't give a fuck about them. Rock music played instead instead of the disco that was so trendy at these times and Murdoc was actually so greatful for that. He stayed at the bar drinking and occasionally hitting joints that were being passed around, even the bartender was taking a few puffs here and there. It wasn't long before it was late around 1am and Nova has retreated from the group of sweaty bodies with a young woman.
Her face was so soft and beautiful. Her hair is long and straight, a walnut brown. She wore a cut of shirt that hughed her hips tight and she wore low orange bell bottoms, her hips were thick just like Novas but ever more so, her arse was plump and, man if that arse was on a man Murdoc noted he wouldn't know how to control himself. if he was into women, he would have 100% tried stealing him away from Nova, who was already married but that wasn't Murdoc's place and this man pays his bills.
"This is Jade, she said we can go back to her house and keep this going, she gots drugs too." Nova yelled over the music into Murdoc's ear. Spit hit the side of his check and it took everything for Murdoc not to shove him back but again he resisted. A moment goes by.
Wait. Great. He's going to be forced to tag along while Nova fucks this Jade chick great. He was so over all of this and just wanted to go home but no matter how hard Murdoc was he would never stand up to Nova, that was different then everything.
Murdoc drove while Jade and Nova kisses so passionately in the seat next to him, he could hear tounges being traded and sucked, it kinda turned him on. He noted to try and not pop a hard on but it's been so long, it was definitely a struggle for the shirtless man driving. About 14 minutes go by of driving and they pull into the back driveway of a 3 story wooden Victorian house, it used to have purple paint on it as you can tell by the chipped paint but has peeled away over the years, now a brown dem color. It looked so spookie and Murdoc loved that. He noticed a large garden of fruits and vegetables as they walked up the stairs into the back of the house. As Murdoc takes in the garden, Jade and Nova never broke apart. Murdoc coughed and they broke apart catching each other's breathes. "200$ for everything" Jade whispered to Nova and grabbed his hard on through his pants. Murdoc gullped but Nova chuckled. Nova slid two hundred dollars down the back of her pants after he pulled it out from his shirt. They kissed as she realised what he gave her, she pulled the money out stepping back from Nova checking to see if it was real. They were and she took out a kay, unlocked the door and stepped inside. Murdoc was shocked this wasn't just Jade's house, rather it looked like a business. A brothel. This should be exciting, Merdoc thought as he smirked at Nova who returned the favour.
Inside was so.. Breathtaking to Murdoc. They stepped inside to a large dinning room area and the walls are painted red with the outline of black. The lighting was dim and candles littered the countertops and floors. The smell of incense and hookah takes the breath away when walking inside. He noticed soft thin fabric of deep purples, reds and blacks litter the ceilings and windows making the room have a set sexual lust vibe at all times. There were couches and beds in this room Murdoc noted to himself, bongs sat about too along side beer bottles, man he could live her forever.
They wasn't the only two tho, Girls of all ages are excorting men to rooms, running around getting ready for there next clients to show up or are just done and fixing their clothes as they leave bedrooms after being fucked for a sad 4 minutes, always a man leaving behind them. Murdoc checks to look for any men that might be working here but has yet to see one, multiple young and older ladies have stopped by Murdoc who at this point was sitting on the couch and they always ask him if he was waiting on a "sister" he says no but now after the 8th time being asked he stopped a girl before she walked away. She turned back to him, her curly brown hair noticeably bouncy in an afro and said "change your mind, love?" He shrugs and asks the girl if there was any men around because he was in fact gay. She smirked and kinda gave a look of (your shit outta luck). "His name is St-..2D" she corrected herself. "But he's pretty hard to get, he has only ever gave blow jobs and it was once because his sister was sick, I don't know-" she trailed off. "Good luck" she said as she bustled off to the next guy in the room. He greatly took her hand and followed her to the next room over. Where? Murdoc isn't to sure nor does he really care. He's set on finding this Two Dee person. He was getting something for coming to this place and the drugs wasn't doing it.
As Murdoc search through the house he's soon noticed that only in the dining room and living room were done up for the customers, everything else looks like a normal house. There are even picture frames on the wall, and from looking at some of the pictures he got the hint that these prostitutes were like some kind of sisterly family with the exception of one man who Murdoc is assuming is this 2D character, finally a face to the name. He is shocked. The man has messy blue hair that shaped his round face ever so perfectly, darkened eyes that were red around the outside and a tooth missing in the front. He's smiling so hard holding onto a bigger older women, and Jade. He didn't really care to focus on much else, he had a face to the name and he's hungry for something blue.