A/N: I have no idea how long this will end up being seeing as I just have a few chapters in right now. Depending on whether or not it even hits off I'll keep writing. –leave your reviews, good or bad. :3 Thank you.
John rolled his eyes as he removed their- no there was no more 'their' just his and hers. He sighed in slight frustration, tossing the last 'family' picture that was crowding his office in the garbage bag he'd asked for. John left the offensive bag outside of his office, glaring at it and hoping the staff would pick it up and throw it out, along with any reminder of his wi-.. ex-wife. "Cena!" The loud voice made him look up and he tried to put on his best poker face so his boss wouldn't see how shitty he was feeling and be inclined to make him stay home from work.
"Yes, sir?" he met Vince's eyes, nodding at him and knowing that despite the fact that he was the second in command at their company Vince McMahon was one of those men that demanded respect no matter what. He noticed the smaller man trailing behind Vince like a lost puppy but focused on his boss instead "I want you to meet your new intern." John eyed the other man, raising a brow "Isn't he a little old to be an intern?"
Vince seemed to consider this for a few seconds before nodding "You're right. Well then, I want you to meet your new partner." The unprofessional-looking man looked up like a deer caught in headlights, the sight making John laugh for the first time in weeks.
He nodded at his boss and gave a head nod to his new 'partner' "You are still expected to teach him the ropes out here. He has pretty much no experience in the business but his résumé was good." John's eyes darted back to his new coworker before Vince stepped back out of his office and glared at the trash bag out in the hall. "Getting rid of the useless crap, I see?" John met his boss's eyes, knowing the man had hated his ex-wife and frankly he didn't blame him (now).
"Yes, sir." John caught the slight amusement in Vince's tone as he spoke "It's about time" then left without so much as a second glance at either of them.
John sighed and ran a hand over his face, walking back to his desk and pressing the number to page maintenance. "I did not need this today." He cursed under his breath before hearing someone clear their throat. John jumped a bit, looking at the slightly younger male and sending him a sheepish smile "Shit, sorry. I'm usually more put together than this. Take a seat and we can talk about the basics." John waited for the guy to sit down then went to shut the door. He took his seat behind the desk, "Name?"
"Phil.. uh.. Phillip Brooks." He answered in a slightly snide voice. John looked at him as he entered the name into the database and pulled up his information. Everything that popped up was impressive to say the least for someone who was looking for their first job in this line of work.
"Phillip, what made you want to join the escort business?" he watched the man carefully, seeing him flinch at the use of his name before catching the slight eyeroll at John's question.
"Punk. Or Phil.." John was caught off guard, looking at the 24 year-old with slight confusion before looking down at his paper.
Phil could have laughed, seeing the slightly older man struggling but he felt it wasn't the time for poking fun at his boss just yet, maybe ever. "Not Phillip. 'm not used to it." he muttered to clarify before sighing "Money."
John understood why Phil gave him weird looks earlier and was about to comment when he heard the man's other answer. He chuckled and shook his head, this kid had balls on him. "I mean besides that.."
Phil shrugged, his face flushing since John just had a nice laugh at his expense "Nothing. That's it. I'm broke, jobless since the shop wasn't getting enough clients.. and might be homeless soon."
John frowned yet again, looking over the man's information and seeing he'd been the owner of a small shop in Chicago, he read the rest of the information on the screen. Usually John stopped when it got to the 'SPECIALTIES' section but he honestly couldn't see why Vince hired someone like him for this business.
The Chicagoan fidgeted in his seat after John stayed quiet for too long, thinking he'd fucked everything up with his bluntness. He kept his gaze fixed on the bigger man, wondering what was going through his head as he looked at the screen. Little did he know that John was reading that extensive list of his kinks and abilities.
He cleared his throat and sat up straight, suddenly very aware of how alone they were. Professional, John. Professional. John flashed the man a smile "Money isn't a good reason to decide to dedicate your life to this.." he heard Phil's sigh of disappointment and looked up to scan the man's face, finding his thoughts wandering and eventually staying focused on what that mouth could do.
"..but.. uh since you're obviously qualified for this, it's just about learning the ropes and getting enough people after you that you will make enough money to keep your place this month." John confirmed, tilting the other computer screen and pulling up the clients' information. He typed in a few key words to filter out long time clients with the same.. desires as Phil.
"I know you were called my partner but I can't exactly pull you in with me for a meeting and have you take notes." He laughed, shaking his head and pulling up the information of one of his favorites when it came to 'breaking in' new employees.
"Why not?" when Phil saw the look on John's face he blushed and shook his head "I mean.. uh.. how else am I.. uh supposed to learn the proper ways?" he stumbled over his words, looking down and wishing he could just disappear into the damn ground. Way to go, Punk. Creep out the boss on the first damn day.
John laughed softly at the man's freak out "Well mostly 'cause our clients like privacy.. and because you gotta learn to work on your own." He smirked, shaking his head to himself "I'm sure you can do this though. Vince had faith and I can see he had reasons to."
Phil nodded at John when he said that, his cheeks flushing a bit as the older man typed away on his computer and handed Phil a piece of paper "Your schedule will be posted on this website.. this week is our version of training week and I'll have you with our regular customers.. if they like you they'll call in for appointments themselves and sometimes tell other members so you can set that up yourself."
His hand shook as he stared at the paper that held username and password to view who he'd be having sex with for.. money.. This felt so wrong. Phil bit his lip ring, sucking on it softly out of nervous habit before looking up at the older man "Okay.. I.."
John saw the way Phil's demeanor changed after he saw the reality of it and sighed, gently trying to take the paper from the man's hand but feeling Phil tug it back with a look of fear on his face "Phil.. you don't have to do this, we haven't added you to anything until they get to meet you the first night.. you can look for other things." He tried to reason with the blonde man but Phil wasn't having any of it.
"No. I'm ready for this.. I just needed some time to soak it in." he lied, pulling the paper back and tucking it in his jeans pocket so John couldn't take it anymore.
The older man watched Phil for a few moments, sighing after the long silence and doing something unprofessional as he reached across and squeezed Phil's shoulder "Okay. Call me if you start to have second thoughts and want to end this professionally." He scribbled down his personal cell number on the back of his business card and handed it to Phil "I'll see you at the end of the week for a review and your pay."
Phil stood up, managing to shake away most of the fear and nodded politely at John, looking at the number on the back and figuring it was just something John did for Punkass kids that looked too weak to make it on their own. "Yeah, sure. Thank you for everything, Ce.. Mr. Cena." He tried to give the man a warm smile and hoped he was convincing as he shook his hand and turned to leave the room.
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Alright. Let's see who the poor fucker is that's gotta break me in. Phil bit his lip when he signed into his own profile, seeing the things he was tagged with for the clients to weave out who they wanted and snickering. BDSM really? What the fuck is fetish friendly mean? And why is aggression even tagged.. who the fuck goes out looking for that shit?
He laughed to himself as he browsed through the rest of the tags before finally clicking his schedule bar and seeing his first 'date' was tomorrow night at 7:00p.m. with a client tagged with similar things as he was but no information about who it was since that was apparently a 'confidential' thing.
Phil shook his head and signed off, shutting down his computer as he went to rummage for a snack in what was left of his groceries. After his snack he headed to his room and dropped down on the bed with his stack of comics, starting to read through them as slowly as possible since he already knew no sleep was coming today.
After he set the 5th comic down, Phil suddenly remembered something and sent out a quick text.
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John had been thinking about that damn list all day, even after Phil left his office he couldn't make himself focus on work and even though he was thinking so many wrong things, it was better than remembering his broken marriage –er.. ex-marriage now.
He'd gotten home and ready for bed but a few hours later he was still thinking about that damn kid and all the things he could do. Just as John had been ready to give into his primal urges, his phone buzzed and he cursed out, already planning on telling the person off until he read the message ' [Text] I'm staying after all. Gotta put my skills to work I guess. Thanks again. ~Punk '
John smiled a bit before running a hand over his face as he worried a bit over what this meant for him if he couldn't control the needs he'd been having all day. He cursed and set the phone down after sending a quick 'Okay. See you soon.' Looks like Jericho's little list made Phil want some more of this lifestyle.
He felt a small pang of jealousy at that thought but shoved it away, hell he didn't even know this kid and he was acting like a friend of his not his boss. Get your shit together, John.
John let out a groan of frustration as he turned his phone off and shoved it aside so he could try and push the thoughts of his 'intern' that didn't give a fuck about him for any reason other than money.
A/N: So RR and tell me what you guys think and if you guys like how this AU is going and any ideas for future conquests for Punk. Thank you!