Tainted Perfection [bxb]

Chapter 2 - Meet the Prostitute

Photo - That's a picture I took of the diner me and friends went to in December. It felt very 90s diner to me. Use that as a reference for a particular setting in this chapter.

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Tony

"That'll be a hundred and fifty." I wiped my lips, the aftertaste of semen still lingering in my mouth. The fucker forced me to swallow his load. I grabbed my jeans and searched for a gum to get rid of the taste.

I slid on my boxer briefs as I waited for him to hand over his payment, but I heard laughing in the background. It was not out of humor but just plain mockery. I was used to clients like him.

"A hundred and fifty?" His high-pitched and raspy voice sounded like aluminum getting ripped right by my ear. "Who do you think you are? The governor's hooker? You're not even that good, young man."

He handed me twenty-five dollars for both the fucking and the sucking. I scoffed at the thin wad and glared at my old fat client. "What the fuck is this? This isn't enough. Give me the amount you promised, old prick." I pulled his tie that he just finished tying. "Look, it's not my fucking fault that I couldn't feel you with that microdick of yours."

I wiped my sweat-glazed face and my eyes widened the moment my gaze fell on the unused rubber lying on the floor that I handed to him as soon as he started asking for my additional service. The one where it wasn't just my mouth that was involved. "You motherfucker, why didn't you use the condom?!"

I always hated clients like him. I would have to go get myself tested and had to stop my sideline for weeks. Just because I was a prostitute didn't mean I was careless. I wasn't just fucking around for fun, I needed money to live. It would be stupid if I die because of a fucking disease.

"Okay, kid. If there's someone in this car that is clean, that's me because I'm a fuckin' doctor. Now, get out." He said, his smirk not leaving his face. Before I knew it, the door of his car flew open and I found myself lying on the ground, dust sticking to every part of my sticky body.

Hurriedly, I got on my feet, picked up a huge rock, and aimed it towards his car, hitting the side mirror. I guess that was for the remaining hundred and twenty-five bucks. "Fuck you, you dickhead!" I yelled in frustration. Soon enough, reality dawned on me that I was left with nothing but my boxers on with the twenty-five dollars scattered on the ground along with my humility and pride.

The wind blew and it made me shiver just a little.

I was lucky enough that it wasn't freezing tonight, however, it wasn't even remotely warm. I hugged myself and I was left with no other option but to hitchhike. I walked beside the road and raised my hands, waving at each car that passes by me.

One, two, three, and it took ten cars but no one would pick me up. Realistically speaking, if I was in these drivers' position, I wouldn't pick a random naked guy up in a dark and deserted place either.

I sighed as another two cars passed by, and still nothing. I hoped for another one and if it still passed by, I would have to walk myself home. It would take me hours but I had no choice. I couldn't just spend the cash on a cab. The idea of going home with nothing but my poor broke ass would be upsetting.

"Fuuuck!" I groaned in annoyance as I ran my hand through my hair and noticed how dusty and sticky it was. How I managed to force myself to get aroused by that motherfucker's presence, I had no idea. Maybe it was that money he promised me that made my dick hard.

And he did keep it a promise by breaking it.

'I hope you'll get eaten by a fuckin' leprechaun!'