You put a sour little flavor in my mouth now
You move in circles hoping no one's gonna find out,
But we're so lucky,
Kiss the ring and let 'em bow down,
Looking for the time of your life,
(And no one's gonna find out)
She stood in that same spot every time he saw her. It was random, uncoordinated when she was going to be there, but when she was, it was always that spot. Always under that lamppost- the one with a single dead light. It worked well to highlight her pale complexion and short blonde hair. It gave her eyes a mischievous and curious look…
Fuck.
He cursed as he struggled to regain control over the swiveling vehicle. One day he would get in an accident if he didn't look where he was going. If it wasn't for that…that…shame overcame him when he realized he's predicament. Was he honestly that lonely and desperate he had fallen for a…a…he couldn't bear to name her profession.
No, He mildly scolded himself, don't stereotype others…
That's what his mother would say. She could be waiting for a friend or someone…but he knew better. No one would ever wear that short of a dress or revealing of one…but those pumps that revealed toned legs, those long manicured nails and those green cat eyes…
Only way to find out was to ask her himself. Oh, the way his heart pounded at the thought.
{oOo~oOo}
It was a couple of weeks before he saw her again. It was a couple of weeks when he found himself parking his car in a nearby parking lot, and started walking his way to her corner. It was dark and in a shabby part of town…but that's where she was and where she was, was where he wanted to be.
When he got near to where she stood he didn't have to even utter a word- or make it halfway down the sideway- before she turned around and flashed him a smile and wink.
"Like Hey there, Ponyboy~!"
He said it in a singsong voice that was too deep to be a girl's…Shit. Shit. Shit. That voice, however, did nothing to dwindle his attraction and everything to demolish his sense of dignity. Fuck.
Now he was gay…and standing in the presence of a hooker. Joy.
The hooker only smiled at him and arched a lazy eyebrow.
"I know this isn't totally a surprise. Like, I've seen you creeping from your car window." He said it causally, with much more ease then 'Ponyboy' had ever had in all his previous years combined.
"Uh...uh.." He stuttered. He lost his train of thought somewhere between the millions of church sermons he's lived though and the question of what another man felt like.
"Hey, Ponyboy, you okay?" This prostitute girl…man… seemed genuinely concerned as he moved towards him. His hips swayed unnaturally like a women's, as If he'd been practicing. Can men's hips even do that?
"Uh…Yeah…sir?" he quickly recovered at the man's presence, now an arm's reach away.
He had never seen a Cheshire grin before then, but that girly man's grin was the closet he'd ever see one. His lips stretched thin to reveal a row of straight but tainted almost perfect teeth.
"So like, what's your name, Ponyboy?" He's green eyes never once wavered from the other nervous man.
"Uh...Toris." he spoke it in a weak way, just shy of a whisper. "…and yours?"
The blonde with his bouncy hair and sexy grin ran a hand lightly on Toris's arm.
"It's Mr. Lukasiewicz, But only if you're nasty." Mr. Lukasiewicz moved closely, shoulder to shoulder with Toris and his breath in his ear.
"Are you nasty, Toris?"
He was very nasty…
But also very confused.