WARNINGS etc: R-rated 385 words Slash (ie: male-male relationship) Prostitution
The business had been Remus’ idea, and financially it had really paid off for the four of them. It was a bit of a strain at full moon, when there were only two of them on duty, but by juggling shifts they made sure that the two non-werewolves had adequate time off at other times of the month.
So it had been a good idea, and Remus was glad that they had done it, but still, the Glory-hole was his least favourite duty. If one had to be a whore, he thought, better to be seen and able to breathe than to be shut up in a stuffy box, servicing any anonymous bits that were presented, as long as the right money rattled down into the collection tube.
He was making good money today. Businesses were beginning to re-start after the holiday season and there had been a break in the weather, encouraging people to get out of their houses and back into the rut of their normal lives. Good husbands and fathers bade a cheery farewell to their families and headed for the nearest brothel.
Remus had barely finished a basic handjob on a pasty thin prick when some more money rattled down the tube. He calculated with the ease of habit as the coins spilled into the tray below; the man wanted a 10-minute blow-job - one of the more expensive options.
First, as always, he cast a quick clean-and-decontaminate on the offered member. Balls had come through the gap too, which pleased Remus. It was easier to give a really GOOD blow-job with access to the complete set. As he bent to work the scent hit him and he stiffened in surprise. He knew this man. A grin spread across his face as he revised his plan of attack, using all that he knew to make this the best darn blow-job his customer would ever pay for.
Remus knew he had done a good job when his customer finally sagged against the wall, legs turning to jelly. One last quick lick before the access-hole was vacated and Remus couldn’t resist: he conjoured a quick green-and-silver ribbon in a bow around the deflating cock.
“Happy Birthday, Severus,” he muttered quietly to himself, his wet mouth curving into a contented grin. “Come again, soon.”