Kinktober Day Nineteen: Prostitution (Patreon)

He was like a kid in a candy store. Everywhere he looked he saw a landscape of flesh and hedonism just waiting to be grasped. Of course it would help if he had the courage to do so. But really, he couldn’t bring himself to do it! It was all so intimidating! Other clients stood around with the workers, clearly more at home in this environment than he was. 

A tap on his shoulder made him jump! He spun around, looking up at a tower of mesh and leather…and muscles…and…wow. 

”Hey. First timer?” 

”Uh…y-yeah. is it that obvious?”

”Very obvious. I’m Shiro. And I’m here to make your dreams come true, pretty boy.” He leaned in, Lance’s back up against a wall. “ What do you want, baby, hm? Do you want to fuck me, do you want me to fuck you?”

His blood went right to his face. “Uh…ummm. I uh…”

”Heh. the latter?” Shiro tilted his face up and looked down into the bright blue eyes. “First time with a guy?”

”…yeah.”

”The latter then?”

”Y-yes please.”

Shiro nuzzled up against his chin. “Polite. We’re gonna have a lot of fun together.”   
 Lance was led up the stairs. Even if Shiro's hand hadn't been gripping his wrist firmly, he could have followed the swaying of those hips even if they led him to hell. At this point that did not feel outside the realm of possibility. The door was opened and Lance was guided inside, the dim lighting revealing a small room with one bed, a chest of drawers, a television and a window. “Uhm...nice place?”

The man laughed. “It's okay. You don't gotta play pretend with me cutie.” Shiro pulled his shirt off, his nipple rings jingling as they were rubbed. “This is just my rental.”

“Your...rental?”

“You really are new to this huh? See, you work here six weeks, then six weeks off. While you're here, you get a room, but you gotta pay the house for use of it. Which is why tipping is strongly encouraged.” He winked, charming to the core even when discussing a business transaction. 

“R-right. Heh.” Lance couldn't help it! He felt like he couldn't stop shaking. “So uhm...h-how much?”

“Depends on what you want. Handjob is $1oo. Blowjob is $150. Blowjob without a condom is $200. If you wanna fuck me thats $250. $350 without a condom. Same goes if you want me to fuck you. Anything kinky is $400. Fifty extra if you leave marks.” Shiro batted his eyelashes, the look he was giving nothing short of sin. “You wanna leave marks on me, baby?”

“OH! Uhm...n-no but uh...I...I was thinking.” Lance tried to get his feet under him. He came here with a purpose dammit! He'd been fantasizing about this for months and he couldn't get up the balls to just spit it out. 

“It's okay. Hey, I don't charge by the hour.”

“I really want you to fuck me!” Lance went red under the collar. Shiro, bless him for professionalism, just smiled easily down at him. “I uh...I want to suck your cock and I want you to uh...f-fuck me.”

“How do you want me to fuck you?” Shiro knelt in close, his sheer physical presence intimidating in a hungry, sexual way. “You want it slow and soft?”

“God no.” He breathed out before he realized how desperate he sounded. 

“OH! You want it rough?” Shiro chortled with wry amusement from the back of his throat. “You sure? I mean if it's your first time and all, you might wanna take it slow...” 

“I can pay extra.”

“Hey you're the customer. I just like to be sure. Why don't you get undressed? I'll go wash up.” Shiro turned his back, giving Lance an eye full of just how tight the leather pants were before vanishing into the restroom to clean the glitter off his body. 

He couldn't get the clothing off his body fast enough! The necktie felt too tight and he struggled with it before the damn thing finally came loose! He flung it over on the chair and managed to scramble out of his shirt and trousers before spending two minuets debating about the boxers. 

“Aw. You're cute.” 

Lance froze. If he'd though seeing the man without clothing would lessen his concerns, he was wrong. Never mind the impossible beauty of the man coming towards him. For the first time in his life he understood what people meant when they said he was 'thirsty'. “Oh. I uh...I didn't realize...”

“Which is why I offer the slow option.” Shiro winked. “You need to go clean up or anything? I got a kit under the sink if...”

“I took care of that before I came. Uhm...someone told me it was a good idea.” He blushed and Shiro nodded. 

“Well I appreciate it.” He sauntered over and leaned in. “You okay, cutie?”

“Yes. Yeah.”

“Good. So it was a cock suck and a good, hard fuck right? You want a condom for that?” 

Lance couldn't keep his thoughts in one place. Should he? Was that rude to ask for one? No. Why else would he have offered? “Uhm...y-yes please.” Was he dizzy? He sure felt dizzy. He specifically hadn't had anything to drink, worried it might impare his judgement. He'd never suspected it would be the sight of Shiro's cock that would do it!   
 
“Then thats $400. You can leave the money on the dresser.” Shiro flopped down on the bed, spreading his thighs open as they expanded on the mattress. He waited till Lance had placed the money there before he fondled himself, heaving a breathy sigh as he pulled a condom on with practiced ease. “Well? Come on. It's not gonna suck itself, pretty boy.”

Lance crawled up over the bed, looking at the thick head and licking his lips gingerly. “Is it okay if I...?”

“You paid for it. No teeth and no kinky shit unless you've got another $400. Other than that, enjoy yourself.” Shiro winked and stroked the side of his face, bringing Lance's eager mouth down to get started.