Author's Notes: I have deiced to make this a multi chapter fic, as I repost this chapter, chapter two is also up. I will try and post once a month. If you want to please leave comments, favorite and subscribe. Since I will be continuing this I am looking for a Beta. So if you are interested please PM me.
Warning: ***Smut/Flashback***
Summary: Brian since high school has had odd jobs. But no one knew of the one job he has had for the last ten years and now after being out of the business for six months his past is about to haunt him. Brian was a male escort and he was one of the best. AU after 1x17.
The Finch Technique: Brian's Weird Work History by 3sth3r
Disclaimer: I don't own Limitless.
Chapter One
Updated 3/12/17
The city was saved once again due to the power of NZT. And Brain was tired of his newfound job. The FBI in just a few short hours Rebecca betrayed him, and then his sister. Brian found himself drinking what was left all of the wine and all of the beer in his safe-house apartment. Everything was now ruined. His life was gone. He would bet Finch or NZT finch would aggravate him about losing Rebecca trust. But he did care anymore. He did what he had to make everyone safe and to keep them safe.
In the middle of his mental rant of how fuck up his life he become there was a knock on the door. He regretfully got up from his very comfortable chair and walked towards the door. He opened the door only to find someone he thought he would never see again.
"Hello, Brian." Her voice was tough, and sounded like sandpaper in his ears. The years of smoking was catching up with her. "I see that you're doing well." She was his boss for the last ten years, his agent and finally but most importantly his pimp, although he would never see it that way.
"What do you want?" he replied slightly buzzed from the beer in his hand.
"I'm retiring and I figured that would want first shot at my empire. Are you in?" Brian didn't know what to say. Maybe getting away would help him. He was never good at conflict. He looked around his apartment in silence. With the way things went today chance were he would never get the freedom he had before. So Brain made his decision. Within an hour he had everything he needed in a duffel bag and left for a brand new life.
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His first job in the industry was when he just turned sixteen. She was one of his mother's friends, Mrs. Piccarreta or Mrs. X as he would soon come to know her as. She was in advertising, and she made stacks of money. However, you would never be able to find her advertisements on billboards or on TV. They were at a holiday dinner when he saw her again. He didn't know it at the time, but this would be the beginning of his career as an escort.
They met once before, and at the time didn't know each other. He had gone out with his brothers on a night on the town. Three hours later and he was making out with an older woman, something his high school brain couldn't process. He might have looked older than his age but at sixteen he should have second guested her indentions. But he was a teenager, between the hormones rushing through his brains and the heat building in his belly. The animal in him wouldn't be denied.
"Brian, again." she whispered in his ear. At was close to dawn when he woke up against Mrs. X. She was insatiable in her appetite. Brain could no longer say he was a virgin anymore. She wrapped her legs around his torso, locking him in. His arms caged around her, resting just above her head.
"Brian, please." she moaned against him. He had spent the last few hours with her in bed discovery a world he had never experienced before. Something he had only seen through the pixels on his computer.
Brian silenced her with a kiss. He cupped her breast and slowly made his way down her body with his fingers. He swiftly pushed two fingers into her, and then slowly moved them within her. He felt wetness gather quickly between her thighs.
She held on to his biceps as he pushed into her. Her nails cut into his skin as he pushed inside of her. Once he was fully seated within her, he stilled. Over the last few hours Brian learn very quickly how to make her beg for him. He was a very quick learner.
"Brian," she pants. He could tell she wanted him to move, fast and hard. With her long painted nails, she digs her nails even deeper into his skin created fresh red lines across his back on top of the slightly old ones the he gained throughout the night.
"Move. Faster." she demanded. He could tell she was tired of taking it slow. She wanted him. And she wanted him now. Brian pushed into her again roughly, but at a snail like pace. And she saw fit to punish him and ran another pair of red lines up his back.
"Ow." he panted into her ear. "I'm going to make you pay for that." He said with a smile. He pinned her down onto the bed, taking both hands threading their fingers together. Brain soon thrusted back into her with force over and over again. Slowly the pace increased. Pleasure build between them, thrust after thrust.
"I'm almost there." She whispered. He nodded forcing his face from her neck to see her face. Thrusted faster now with her body moving in tandem. Her breaths coming out in short burst.
"Me too." he moaned. "Oh, God. I'm so close." He was close but he wanted her to come first. He tried as hard as he could to hold off until she came. He always wanted to be a good lover and he always delivered on his promises, especially one he made to himself.
"Brian," she screamed as she came. Her walls pulsing around him with her thighs squeezing his torso. Soon after he released inside of her, releasing a loud moan into her neck. He smiled.
When he turned twenty-seven he knew that sooner rather than later he would have to have a "real" job with "real" references. Slowly he began temping. By the time he met Eli again, he was already out of the industry. He knew that he had slept with a lot of people over the time that he was an escort, more than he could count, some of them rich and powerfully. Some he had met again while working at the FBI at the CJC. Some had looked at him oddly others barely bitted an eye in his direction. Not the Brain cared too much. He was an escort. It was a part of the job.
When he first meet Rebecca Harris, he was on the run from the FBI. At the time he had an appointment with a major stockbroker for the weekend. He wouldn't know it then but that would be his last client.
When the FBI recruited him, he feared that his past work history would be revealed. He knew that sooner or later he would have to deal with the fact that he was an escort for ten years. He never told his parents, they would try and get him out while treated him like child, thinking that he turned to prostitution out of need. However, six months passed, and nothing came up. But it seemed the fate would have other plans.
To be continued…