again I see myself counting the few bills I have earned as a waiter at this bar, there have been a few months that have passed since I arrived in this city looking for a better future, especially the way to pay for my brother's medical bills, We are orphans and he is very sick now, he has been admitted to a hospital for months and my obligation is to do everything possible to keep him well cared for even if I have to work tirelessly for that in this place
I see again that man sitting at the bar looking at me, he has been doing the same thing for several nights, he asks for a whiskey and he watches me, he has not told me anything, he dresses in a tailored suit, I know he has money, I am about to finish my shift and I have passed by Him, suddenly I feel that they take me by the wrist, to my surprise is that man
~ Sir can I help you?
* I think who can help you is me boy
I look at him confused, I don't understand what he means
*I see you work hard, why a boy like you doesn't take advantage of how beautiful he is? clients come just to see your butt, and that beautiful face of yours, I think you could make a lot of money if you worked for me
I don't know whether to be offended or praised for the comment, but what kind of work would it be?
* I'm talking about a very well-paid job, let's say you would have to use your body to please the wishes of a select group of powerful and rich clients and you will see ...they are part of a secret society where their identities are always protected and their most perverse fantasies also
I think you are mistaken person, I am not a prostitute, I am not interested
* You will not be standing on the streets, not all customers want sex, some simply want company, or someone to see them, and all calls are made through a secret phone line, only members of society have access to it, in a single call you will earn what you earn at this bar all month, in a few hours ... think about it, this is my number if you change your mind we will talk about the important details and I will evaluate you for the job
the man leaves leaving me restless, is it possible that he can earn so much money in a single day? I could pay for the hospital and for everything my brother needs, and I could have time to study dance which has been my dream, but ... how could I, if I'm so shy, and also I don't have any sexual experience with anyone , all those ideas in my head make me feel dizzy, that night I could barely sleep remembering the words of that man, I take the note he gave me with his number and read the name : Jin
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The call boy ( The Red Phone Society)
FanfictionJimin answers the phone, it is His first client, it will also be His first time, nervously takes the call, on the other side a voice with a marked satoori accent ... -I call the red phone? I want a service tonight ... Do you have any particular...