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| Entry tags: | author: vamphile, challenge #42: author's choice, epic series: hustler!j/whore in a hoody |
Whore In A Hoody
Title: Hustler!Justin XXVIII (Whore in a Hoody)
Author: Vamphile
Condom(s): None
|Hustler!Justin | II | III | IV| V | VI | VII | VIII | IX | X | XI | XII | XIII | XIV | XV | XVI | XVII | XVIII | XIX | XX | XXI | XXII | XIII | XXIV | XXV | XVI | XVII |
Hustler Justin XXVIII
Whore In A Hoody
He seems upset that I asked him about practicing. His body got tense and his hand was running through my hair, now it’s kind of gripping my neck. “Brian?”
I feel him let out a long breath.
He turns to face me. “You don’t need to practice anymore.”
“But…”
“Listen to me. Those weren’t for you. I don’t believe for a second that he didn’t get off on it. And even if I did, it doesn’t matter. you don’t so we’re not doing that.”
“I didn’t say he didn’t get off on it. But that’s not why he did it.”
~~~311~~~
“He did it just so you could take the better paying clients?”
Justin nods, and his brow crinkles.
“Doesn’t sound right when you say it out loud does it?”
He shakes his head. “But…”
I pull him close again. “I know. It’s a lot to take in. But Justin, this is why everyone you tell is so upset. It’s clear what he was doing, to everyone but you.”
He’s looking up at me. “Why are you doing this? I mean if you don’t get off on it at all…”
“Because you can’t just go back out there alone. You’ll die.”
~~~312~~~
“You know what I don’t get?”
He laughs a little. “The list is too long to start guessing.”
“Everyone is so worried that I might die. Debbie makes sure that we’re all being safe, you, the clients who wanted to ‘save’ me. Their answer was always that if I kept up like this I’d wind up dead. Every outreach program that tried to haul me off to some foster home had the same argument.”
He doesn’t say anything for a while.
“I don’t get it.”
“Get what?”
“Why it matters.”
His grip around my shoulder tightens. “I know you don’t.”
~~~313~~~
He really doesn’t understand and it’s nothing I can explain to him tonight, or ever. Someday, he’s just going to have to care if he lives or dies. “Justin, for now, can you know that I care, and tomorrow, can we think about making sure that you care.”
He shrugs. “I guess. You should go. I’ve got a client in the morning.”
I nod. “So do I”
He looks at me, clearly confused. I laugh. “Different kind of client.”
I get up to leave and kiss him gently. “I’ll send Charlie home if you promise leave the apartment tonight.”
“Promise.”
~~~314~~~
I lock the door behind them and then lock the bedroom door. The alarm is set for five, which gives me two hours before my client. That should be enough time to get ready. I curl into bed but I’m not really tired. I try to draw something that expresses what I’ve been through but in the end, it just ends up as words. I fill more than a dozen pages with my rambling before I feel like I might be able to sleep. I dream Brian’s running a bulldozer through the practice room while I beg him not to.
~~~315~~~
I pitch the client on the new exiting way to sell their low fat cookies and pretend to be considering their input. When my phone rings I excuse myself. Charlie tells me that Justin’s client has left and Justin swears he doesn’t have anything else booked for the day. I tell him to go home and wait for Justin to call. It takes him about ten minutes.
“You’re supposed to call as soon as they leave.”
“I figured you’d want to give Charlie a chance to report first so you could check our stories.”
“Twat.”
“Later?”
“Later.”
I hang up.
~~~316~~~
I need a couple of things. I didn’t promise him I wouldn’t go out today; besides, he wants me to do stuff on my own, just not dangerous stuff. I decide to wear the clothes he bought me. What I bought is the kind of thing Isaac and my clients liked me in. I think I like the way I look in the dark red button-down and jeans better. When I get home at four I’m the proud owner of a laptop with a wireless Internet connection and a printer. I’m setting it up when Brian comes in. He’s early.
~~~317~~~
He drops what he’s doing to greet me, and I kind of wish he wouldn’t. “What’s that?”
“I bought a laptop.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanted one and it’s my money.”
“I can’t really argue with that.”
“Don gave me that whole list of websites to visit. I could keep a database of my clients and stuff. Plus this one plays music and games so I don’t need a TV.”
It’s the first purchase he’s made that seems to be just for him. I decide I don’t care how much he overpaid. He’s still playing with it when the pizza comes.
~~~318~~~
I barely hear Brian calling me because I’m playing some new song that I downloaded. He waves a slice in front of me and I wrinkle my nose. “I don’t like mushrooms.”
He rolls his eyes. “You couldn’t have mentioned this preference before I ordered the pizza?”
“I shrug, trying to find the mute button. “I forgot.”
“What about the other two times we got pizza?”
“That was before I knew you wanted me to be honest.”
“Can you pick off the mushrooms?”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Have you eaten?”
I take the slice. He glares at me. “Tomorrow, you eat.”
~~~319~~~
Every time I think we’re over some hurdle a new one pops up. He doesn’t eat without reminders. I glance at the receipt. He spent way more than he had to on that computer, he still won’t sit on his own furniture unless I’m here with him. The phone rings and I hear him interview the potential client. I want to grab the phone out of his hand, but I think he should do this part himself. When I hear him say that Justin will not be able to accommodate him I smile. He’s terminates the call quickly after that.
~~~320~~~
I had a twinge of doubt but his smile makes me think I did the right thing. He offers me another slice of pizza and I take it and sit on the barstool. He wanted fuck me bareback. Brian scowls. “Was that all he wanted?”
I shake my head. “You’ll get mad if you hear the rest.”
“Not at you. You said no.”
“How am I going to pay my rent if I keep saying no?”
“We’ll figure something out but don’t worry about it. Keep saying no.”
“No.”
“Huh?”
“I was practicing.”
He laughs. “That we can practice together.”
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