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author: vamphile, challenge #42: author's choice, epic series: hustler!j/whore in a hoody

Whore In A Hoody
Title: Hustler!Justin XXI (Whore in a Hoody)
Author: Vamphile
Condom(s): None

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Hustler Justin XXI
Whore In A Hoody

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I consider stopping by to see him but he sounded tired and it’s almost ten by the time I leave the office. I’m drained. Michael calls my cell and invites me to Woody’s. I make an excuse and go home. The loft is back to normal. The cleaning service was in and everything’s where it belongs. That should be comforting but it isn’t. In the end I shower and crawl into bed. I wonder if this kind of exhaustion is normal. It’s been two months since I’ve had any treatments. I’ll ask the doctor. I’m asleep before I know it.



~~~230~~~
I slept like a rock. Warm blankets and a big soft bed help but I think the deadbolt and two additional locks on my bedroom door help. When I stretch I wince. I reach for something stronger than aspirin but I don’t have anything. I swallow four aspirin and try to remember the name of the doctor that Isaac took me to on the few occasions when he really thought the damage required some professional care. A half hour later I realize that it’s just the standard post gig ache. I guess I’ll have to get used to it again.


~~~231~~~
Today’s a little easier. Although I think I’ve had three gallons of coffee. I’ve told Cynthia to tell everyone that I’m not talking about the book until it’s published. I made up some bullshit about it fucking with my process but who cares? The important thing is no one’s mentioning it. I fix three ideas that were good but not great and start another campaign with a blank slate throwing out every crappy concept they handed me. When I finally look at the clock it’s after six. I pack up to leave. I have errands before my appointment with Justin.


~~~232~~~
I get several calls today. Two are from clients I recognize from before. One is from someone new. I schedule them for tomorrow and the new guy for Thursday. He wants a long session but I don’t think he knows what kind of energy that entails. I’m not going to complain if I get paid for four hours and he leaves after two. I take a couple more aspirin and clean myself up. Brian’s coming soon and I want to be ready. He’s never seen me at my best. He deserves that. I can’t believe I’m excited about his appointment.


~~~233~~~
I glare at the salesman 'til he leaves me alone. I hate when they fawn… well, if I’m not planning on fucking them, and I’m not. Eventually I hand them my credit card and they wrap everything up. I’m running late, and I’m still tired but it’s only five after eight when I get to Justin's door. I ring the bell and he pulls it open. “You didn’t check to see who it was?”

He shrugs.

“You should leave the chain on.”

“Kinky.”

“On the door.”

He moves aside to let me in and locks the door. “Happy now?”

“Ecstatic.”


~~~234~~~
He has two shopping bags with him. I wonder if he’s finally decided he’d like to see what he’s missing. He didn’t have to buy his own toys though. He puts the bags on the sofa and turns to face me. He just stares. I lower my eyes. He moves closer, raising my chin with his finger. “You okay?”

I nod. He doesn’t let me drop my gaze. He gestures to the bags. “I bought you some stuff.”

I wonder if that is in lieu of paying me. He shakes his head. “Don’t worry, I’ll still pay for our appointment.”


~~~235~~~
I sit on the uncomfortable, formal sofa. I gesture to the bags and he looks through them. “Thank you.”

I nod and he drops to his knees. I close my eyes and bite back a scream. I’d like him once to thank me verbally without trying to do it orally. I push at his shoulder and he looks up at me. “You don’t want…?”

I shake my head and pat sofa next to me. He sits down carefully. “I’m glad you’re here.”

I want to believe him, but I can’t help wondering how often he says that without meaning it.


~~~236~~~
I don’t think I’ll ever understand this man. He buys me presents. He doesn’t want a thank you, even though I know he likes the way I say it. I fidget and he looks over at me. “Why don’t you get dressed? I’ll take you out to dinner.”

“We could just stay in…”

He stares at me and it is his dime. I take the shirt and pants he hands me from the bag and drop my robe. He touches my arm and I turn to face him. I can’t read the look on his face but he’s not happy.


~~~237~~~
He’s shaved. Completely. He looks younger and… I bite back the bile. I tried to put it out of my head, to convince myself that he was exaggerating but he wasn’t. They want him to look prepubescent. He almost does. He raises his arms to put the shirt on. There’s not a hair left on his body. It’s… I shake my head. I think I’m going to cry. I have to talk to the doctor. Why am I so fucking emotional? I wasn’t before the radiation. He looks closer to age appropriate in the clothes I bought him. “Let’s go.”


~~~238~~~
He’s pissed off. What did I do? He leads me out of the apartment. I lock the door and follow him to the jeep. He says nothing. I fold my hands. He lights a cigarette and offers me one. I don’t take it. He shakes the pack in front of me, knowing I want one. He lights it for me and I roll down my window a little. He still hasn’t said a word. We drive for almost twenty minutes and when we park I’m surprised. This place looks fancy. I guess that’s why he bought me such nice clothes.


~~~239~~~
He tries to hide it but he’s hurting. I help him out of the jeep and he follows me. I hate when he acts like a puppy that just got smacked with a newspaper. The hostess seats us but he doesn’t open his menu.

“Do you want a drink?”

He shrugs. Great we’re back to this. “Justin.”

“I’m too young to get served.”

I don’t know what to say. It’s the truth, but it’s also what most of his clients want to hear. “Do you want a drink?”

He nods. I order scotch for us and hand him his menu.


~~~240~~~
I’ve done this before but it’s been a long time. Isaac hated these kinds of gigs so he didn’t book them often. I glance at the menu and smile, handing it back to him. “Just order for me, please, Brian.” Fuck. I got it wrong again.

“Justin.” he leans forward, moving the centerpiece out of the way. “This isn’t a game. I brought you here because I’m hungry, and you’re hungry, and don’t tell me you’re not. So, order whatever you want and please cut out the little boy bullshit. I know it’s an act, and I fucking hate it.”


~~~241~~~
I just wanted to eat something that wasn’t fried in diner oil. Now we’re back to playing games. He realizes I’m serious. He studies the menu and then tells the waiter what he wants. I fight closing my eyes in gratitude. I order and get us a bottle of wine. We both need to relax and he needs to tell me why he’s in more pain today. He looks worried about something and I raise an eyebrow. He asks to go to the men’s room. I nod. He doesn’t fucking need my permission. He’s moving slowly as he walks away.


~~~242~~~
I splash a little cold water on my face and take a deep breath. I can do this. I can pretend to be his friend, or nephew, or whatever. I remember the last one of these I went on, and the fight Isaac and I had afterwards. I was so full of myself. This guy liked my company. He talked my being an escort. It made Isaac irate. He ranted about tuxedos and functions and ”dates”, and how all it did was make the whore think he was something else. He was right and this is nothing more than foreplay.


~~~243~~~
He’s smiling when he comes out, but as he gets closer I see that it’s fake. I sigh. This kid is fucking killing me. “Justin, what’s wrong?”

He puts his hand over mine on the table. “What could be wrong when I’m here with you?”

I want to storm out but I lean back and smirk. “You can’t come up with something less cheesy?”

His smile falters. Good. “Justin, I’m not asking you to be my escort. I just figured we could eat. That’s all.”

His smile is completely gone. “I know.” he slumps his shoulders. “I’m not escort material.”


~~~244~~~
A part of me hoped that Brian did like my company enough to consider me escort material. I had some momentary hope that I could market myself to a different clientele. I shake my head at my ego. Brian’s right. Isaac was right. I’ve found my niche and my rapidly filling appointment book proves it. When I can’t pull off the little boy angle anymore, well, that’s probably not a bridge I’ll have to cross.

The wine is served. I drain my glass.

“Justin.”

I look up but he just rolls his lip into his mouth. I smile and shrug.

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