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

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Hustler Justin XXV
Whore In A Hoody

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I felt okay when he was here. Once he leaves I’m nervous again. It’s stupid I know. I clean up and get ready for my 2:30 when there’s a knock at the door. I don’t recognize the guy. My phone rings. It’s Brian. “I’m fine.”

“I know. There’s someone there to see you. Let him in”

He sent me a client? Weird. I open the door and the he introduces himself, then he walks around the apartment, nods and leaves. “I’ll be right outside.”

I call Brian back. “Who the hell is that?”

“Charlie. He’s there if you need him.”


~~~275~~~
I feel better knowing Charlie’s there. He owes me one and until I can get him to stop this I’d prefer to have them think Isaac beefed up security. I still feel antsy, as two thirty rolls around but Charlie’s good at what he does. He’s actually good at a lot of things. The other appointments I made will make him even less happy but I’ll deal with that when I see him tonight. Charlie calls at four to tell me that the client left.

“How was Justin?”

“I didn’t get a good look.”

I didn’t expect him to. “Thanks.”


~~~276~~~
I hear Charlie leave a little after the client does. I shower and pull on comfortable clothes. The phone rings. It’s not Brian. I take all the information and then wait an hour to call him back. I keep telling myself that I don’t have to do this. Isaac’s voice is reminding me that I do. Next months rent is looming. The cost of some of the things I still need factor in and I make the appointment. I hide my appointment book. I never should have let Brian know what my code means. I’m surprised he hasn’t called again.


~~~277~~~
When Charlie reports back I thank him again and stare unseeingly at the wall. He took the appointment. I fucking hate playing games like this but I don’t trust him to be honest about this and doing a full body check every night is… well, tempting but still not enough. Not if he’s going to actually take appointments with clients like the one Charlie pretended to be. I try to focus on the campaign in front of me and eventually I’m able to get some work done. I leave early; it’s only eight thirty. I drive straight to Justin’s apartment.

~~~278~~~
“You have your own place. I’ve seen it.”

He doesn’t say anything he just pushes past me. “I brought orange chicken.”

I sigh and we sit at the kitchen counter, drinking beer he also brought. He’s waiting for something, I’m not sure what.

He tells me about the idiots who fucked up his campaign and how his clients have no idea that they’re asking for the impossible and all the while he studiously avoids looking at me.

“What?”

“What, what?”

“You’re up to something.”

He tries to cover quickly, but he’s a lousy liar. “You get any new clients today?”


~~~279~~~
“No.”

He’s a lousy liar. He’s tearing his fortune in half before he’s even read it. The cookie is now crumbs on the counter.

“Where’s you’re appointment book.”

“Hidden.”

“So there’s something in there you don’t want me to see.”

“No one’s supposed to see it.”

“I made you an appointment.”

He looks confused.

“Not that kind of appointment. I want you to talk to someone.”

“A shrink?” He’s right to look doubtful. A shrink is next, but that’ll be years. Besides, he’d have to be open to it. We’re not there yet.

“No. A professional.”

“Professional what?”

“Dungeon master.”


~~~280~~~
He’s lost his fucking mind. “Have you lost your fucking mind?”

“I just want you to talk to him.”

“He hurts people for money.”

“And what you do makes so much more sense.”

“Brian…”

“Justin, do this for me.”

“If I do, you drop the whole thing afterwards.”

“For a week.”

“Forever.”

“Ten days.”

“Two weeks.”

“Two weeks but Charlie stays.”

“He’s creepy.”

“Not as creepy as your clients.”

“He can’t do anything. He’s outside the apartment.”

“From now on he’ll be inside.”

“That won’t work.”

“Make it work.”

“If I can’t?”

“I’ll make it work. You won’t like it.”


~~~281~~~
He’s right. Charlie needs to be inside the apartment. He still doesn’t know the appointment he made today is bogus. I pick up the food containers and move them to the trash. His head is resting on his hand. His eyes are closed. He looks so young. A loud buzzer startles him. He smiles embarrassedly. “Laundry’s done.”

He takes a pile of sheets from the dryer and I follow him into his office, trying not to think about what happens here while I help him fold them.


~~~282~~~
I want to ask him a bunch of questions. Why he thinks my talking to a dungeon master is a good idea. Does he think I should work for him? How he knows Charlie. How much Charlie knows. He looks tired though and his eyes have this kind of hurt look. At least he ate tonight. When the sheets are folded I lay back on the bed and risk asking him to join me. He does, fully clothed. He wraps his arms around me and it feels nice. Isaac only did this after a really hard practice. It was different.


~~~283~~~
When he first invites me to lie down I’m not sure. If he thinks he needs to pay for Charlie, or dinner with sex… but we both stay fully clothed. He kisses my cheek and buries his head in my chest. He falls asleep and I wonder how he can sleep in this room but with his head tucked under my chin and his even breathing matching mine, I guess I fall asleep too. When I wake up it’s after three. I’m on my back and he’s curled around me. I close my eyes. He really does need to sleep.


~~~284~~~
When I wake up I smile. I knew he’d come back. But then I realize it’s not Isaac. It doesn’t smell like him and Isaac was always gone before I woke up. Brian’s eyes are open but he’s not moving. “Sorry.”

“For what?”

“I…”

“Fell asleep. It’s okay. “C’mon. Why don’t we go to the diner for breakfast, show Deb you’re alive.”

I nod. I actually am kind of hungry and I don’t have an appointment 'til noon.”

“Brian…”

“Yes?”
“I got a new client yesterday.”

He nods. I’m glad, and slightly disappointed. He’s getting used to what I do.


~~~285~~~
On the way to the diner I explain about the new client. He’s angry. “You tricked me?”

“You weren’t being honest with me.”

“I was too.”

“No, you weren’t and Justin, what you agreed to… what the fuck were you thinking?”

“That he probably didn’t know what was involved and wouldn’t actually go through with it.”

“And if he had? What if he really had wanted to brand you, what then?”

He shrugs. “I’d have Charlie.”

“You didn’t know that.”

“Brian, I can take care of myself!”

He storms out of the jeep and slides into a booth. Deep Breath.


~~~286~~~
He’s angry… you know what? So am I. Fuck him! Fuck all of this. He wants me to talk to someone who hurts people for a living… why? He wants to put a bodyguard at my front door? That defeats the whole purpose of what I do. He’s fucking with my life, with my livelihood and I’m about to tell him so when Debbie pours me a cup of coffee and does everything but pinch my cheek like a doting grandmother. I glower at him over my coffee and he glowers back. Deb catches on and brings us our usuals.

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