InsaneJournal

"Fifty for a blow job. Hundred to fuck." The line is well-rehearsed on your tongue. Usually, the offer carries a hint of desperation, of bravado. Tonight, it's something else. Not the usual thrill of uncertainty, but a stirring of unease. Not your usual bluster, but something like real courage.

He locks the front door behind you, leaving you in shadows, and your heart races in your chest. Jason had spent a night with this man and never seen another morning.

Rather than weakening your resolve, thoughts of Jason reinforce it. You take a deep breath and step into the bedroom.