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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 XXIII (Whore in a Hoody)
Author: Vamphile
Condom(s): None

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Hustler Justin XXIII
Whore In A Hoody

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His arms around me feel good. He may be right but then again, I have no skills, and I dropped out of school at fourteen. I’ve read a lot but… he makes it seem so easy. It isn’t. “Brian, I don’t know if I can. I mean…”

“You can. It’ll take a little doing. Sublet this place, rent something smaller, find a job, one that sucks, but doesn’t risk your life.”

“I guess next month I can…”

He pulls away. “Not next month, Justin. Now.”

“Now? I have clients booked for tomorrow.”

“Cancel.”

Isaac’s voice screams NO! I shake my head.


~~~259~~~
“Justin. Where’s your appointment book?”

He hands it to me. He’s booked, this week and next. I’m penciled in for Tuesday. “We’ll keep this one.”

He smiles.

We’re sitting on the floor, leaning against the bed. There are letters and codes next to each name. “What does that one mean?”

“You don’t want to know.”

I point to it again and he looks away.

“Justin.” I understand some of them, and I’m not sure I want to understand the others, but I push on.

He deciphers his code for me and I’m more convinced. They all have to be cancelled.


~~~260~~~
His expression is grim as I explain. Some I assume he can figure out for himself. Others are less common. A tie means they have a school uniform kink. A dogs means they want a silent pet. It’s all simple, but was complicated to learn at first. Not the code but what they actually wanted. As we’re going through their requests I wonder who they’ll find to do this for them when I’m not around. I feel bad. “I can’t abandon them.”

Great, that alien look again.

“Abandon who?”

“My clients. They need something that they can’t get just anywhere.”


~~~261~~~
I almost laugh. I sell products to housewives with the same line of bullshit. Only they can provide for their family but let our frozen dinners help. I shake my head and run a hand through his hair. Forcing him to look me in the eye. “Justin. They’ll find someone else. They always do. You can’t kill yourself for these bastards.”

“They’re not bad guys Brian. Not all of them.”

“What about the one last night. The one who wanted to…”

He turns away. “He didn’t want anything out of the ordinary.”

That bothers me more. “Justin, it’s not okay.”


~~~262~~~
Great, I’m crying. I usually save the tears for the guys who want them. I have a code for that too. He doesn’t stop.

“It’s not supposed to be ordinary to need days to recover.”

“Yeah, well, you don’t even need an hour.”

He smirks. “I’m like that. But we’re not talking about refraction time. Most of these guys don’t care if you get off.”

He’s wrong. “Yes they do.”

“Right, they don’t want you to.”

“Which is better, since I don’t get off on what they do.”

“Justin. Someone will provide for their needs. Get your own needs met.”


~~~263~~~
I wonder if I’m pushing too hard. I consider backing off but he seems to be listening. He slams his appointment book shut. “I am meeting my needs. I have a room all to myself and enough money to make sure I’m not homeless for a while. I’m not giving up my clients.

“What if you just ditched the ones who draw blood?” did I just say that? What the fuck is wrong with me?

He’s silent. I stare at him. I can barely hear him when he talks. It’s almost a whisper. “That would be almost all of them.”


~~~264~~~
He holds me while I cry. I feel like such a useless faggot, and it’s all his fault. I was fine last night. I was fine this morning. Now I’m crying? About what? My life isn’t so bad. Lots of people have it worse.

“Brian. It’s time for you to go.”

He pulls away and looks at me. Lifting my chin and kissing my eyelids. “Please cancel tomorrow’s appointments.”

I shake my head. He stands up. “Think about it?”

I shrug and he leaves. “Lock the door.”

I lock it behind him and then lean against it for a moment.

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