I don't own Adam or Tommy, or the others!
"I've found my next little Rescue." The man that spoke was rather large, black hair with blond tips, and reddish roots starting to peak out, he wore make-up around his eyes and a light gloss on his smiling lips. He sat in his large office, inside his rather large, expensive house. Money was no object to this man, even if he didn't show it in his attitude.
"Who this time?"
"This sweet looking little boy at All You Need. Found him when I went to meet Drake today." The other man in the room raised an eyebrow before replying.
"Oh? You went there on business?" Monte, dressed in simple black slacks, a charcoal Oxford, and a black tie, couldn't help but chuckle lowly under his breath at the thought. Mr. LaBry was on the more vulgar side, but that seemed a bit ostentatious.
"Drake wouldn't meet me anywhere else. You know how he can be, the perv," Adam, the more flamboyantly dressed man, smirked, thinking back to all the things that Drake LaBry had said during their meeting.
Monte paused for a moment before speaking, "What did you mean by 'little boy'? He couldn't be younger than twenty if he's at a club."
"Well, this little Pleaser looks like he could be just barely twenty-one, like; he was bought the day he turned, or something." Adam couldn't help the frown that suddenly bloomed across his face.
The Working. Just the thought made him doubt humanity. After making sure that there was no slavery or human trafficking, the United States had blazed the trail on the way towards not only widely accepted legal prostitution, but sanctioned selling and ownership of people.
There was more than one type of Working. Lifters were used for manual labor. Makers were, obviously, for making things to be bought and sold. Then, there were the Pleasers. Pleasers were the lowest, being used for the carnal pleasures.
The Pleasers were sold when they were ten at the earliest, seventeen at the latest, and then got "trained" until they were old enough to be sold to a club. Of course, once someone was a Pleaser, they couldn't really stop. If they had an owner or were at a club, they had to buy out their contract before they could leave, and then they had to deal with society. Nobody liked a former Pleaser. Well, nobody wanted to actually employ and of the Working, but Pleasers were seen as no longer human. Employment was almost impossible to come by, and if they got a job, they were paid almost nothing and were treated horribly.
Adam could barely stomach the idea.
"This one needs to be rescued. Some big guy grabbed him and he looked so scared. How high can I go with this one?"
It took a moment, but Monte answered, "Can't go over seven."
"That high? Really?" Adam was a bit surprised, but it made since. He hadn't rescued anyone in a while, so he had plenty of money in the designated account.
"I have to get a room ready. How soon?" Monte thought about rooms that would be the best, how Adam would want the boy situated in relation to his own room, and available rooms.
"As soon as I can, and as close as you can." He smiled a bit, thinking about trying to woo his newest boy.