AN: Written for a GKM prompt: Sebastian, on a trip to NYADA, discovers that Brody is working as a prostitute. He tells Brody that if he doesn't want to compromise his future that he'll give it up to him for free. For starters, he wants Brody to touch his toes while he licks his *ss.
Overall warnings: (none of these are in this chapter, except references to prostitution and hints of future blackmail) Non-con (meaning this is rape - Brody is straight and doesn't want this), blackmail, prostitution, manipulation, rimming, slut-shaming, slight bondage. There may be other warnings in future chapters, they will be posted at the top of the chapter.
EDITED AND RE-POSTED ON JULY 3, 2013 TO CORRECT TYPOS AND TO ADD BACK IN A SCENE IN CHAPTER 3 (NOW THE FIRST SCENE IN THE CHAPTER). MY APOLOGIES IF YOU READ THIS BEFORE WITH THE SCENE MISSING. IT DOESN'T CHANGE THE STORY, BUT IT DOES MAKE SOMETHING SEBASTIAN DOES AND SAYS IN CHAPTER 4 MAKE MORE SENSE.
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Sebastian loves everything about the luxury mid-town hotel. He has a stunning view from the 27th floor. The king bed is sinfully comfortable, the adjoining suite's living room furniture is sleek and modern and has a fully stocked bar and the bathroom has an enormous tub with whirlpool jets. The hotel gym has an impressive array of nautilus, free-weights, and aerobics machines, an Olympic-size pool, saunas, hot tubs, and plenty of eye-candy. There always seems to be at least one shirtless or sleeveless guy with rippling biceps and rock-hard abs grunting while lifting weights or doing crunches. Even the hotel lobby is quite impressive – cathedral ceilings, tasteful chandeliers, dramatic staircase. Though Sebastian had feigned boredom and given a noncommittal "It's not Paris, but it's okay" to a friend on the phone that first night he arrived for his week-long New York City college tour, he also sent a silent thank you to his father's travel agent at the same time.
Sebastian really is only interested in Columbia, but he also realized that adding more New York colleges to the tour meant more time to enjoy the City and more college boys to enjoy. So he added NYU, Cooper Union, and in a flash of inspiration, NYADA, to the list of schools to visit. NYADA is especially perfect because he has no intentions of ever going to that school, so he really doesn't have to worry about impressing anyone, just having fun. It also has the added bonus that Rachel and Kurt from McKinley High go there – and he had heard Blaine also plans to apply – so he can scare his old nemeses a bit that he might be joining them.
But tonight is his first night in New York, and he wants to start enjoying himself right away. Lucky for him, he spots a hot guy right in the hotel lobby. The guy is tall – a little shorter than Sebastian but only by an inch or two. He has broad shoulders, dark brown hair, intense blue eyes and a chiseled face. He looks like he's posing for a photo shoot – leaning back against the stair rail and looking out into the lobby with a thoughtful expression.
Sebastian walks up beside him and also leans against the railing.
"Admiring the view?" Sebastian asks.
"Hmm?" starts the man, turning slightly toward Sebastian. "Oh, yes, I suppose so," he continues distractedly.
Sebastian looks him in the eye, then slowly drags his eyes down and then back up the man's body. "Yeah, me too."
The tiniest hint of a smile comes over the man's features, and he turns back to gaze over the lobby again.
Encouraged, Sebastian says, "Are you in the City on business?"
The smile widens a bit and the man says, still looking in the distance, "Yes, I suppose you could say that." After a few beats of silence, when it becomes obvious Sebastian is waiting for more, he glances at Sebastian again and asks, "And you?"
"The same. I'm in town for a week and it's my first visit here." Sebastian's eyes sweep up and down the man's body again and he drags out his next words until they drip with innuendo. "But, you seem to know your way around here. Perhaps you can recommend something – a club, a bar. Or maybe you can come with me to my suite and let me take you places you've never been before."
The man's mouth drops open for a moment before he snaps it shut. He looks down shyly and Sebastian is thinking it's going to be just that easy when he registers that the man is laughing softly. Soon he is shaking with louder bursts of laughter and Sebastian feels his skin grow hot with mortification and anger.
Through the last few spasms of laughter that he is now trying to suppress, the man gasps out, "Oh, man, I'm sorry. Really I don't mean to laugh. But seriously, I don't swing that way. And I'm here to meet someone. I don't think I can help you with the kinds of clubs you might want to visit, but they do have a great concierge."
Sebastian grows even more infuriated when the man, still choking back laughter, smacks him on the back and says, "Good luck, man! I've gotta go," before he walks off in the direction of the lounge.
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In the wee hours of the morning, Sebastian stumbles into the elevator, jabs at the button for the 26th floor, then at the door close button. He leans back against the wall of the elevator, closes his eyes and sighs. In spite of that rather rocky start in the hotel lobby, he actually had quite a satisfying night. The concierge did indeed have an excellent suggestion for a club and Sebastian had spent several hours alternating between picking up guys on the dance floor and screwing them in the bathroom. Now he's got a raging headache and he's exhausted, but it was worth it. Fortunately, his tour tomorrow morning is at NYADA, so he's not too worried about making a great impression.
The elevator pings and the doors slide open. Sebastian marches out onto the floor toward his room, but when he slides the key card in, the lock mechanism flashes red. He tries two more times before he thinks to double check the room number. 2715. Crap. He must have hit the button for 27 instead of 26 on the elevator.
Sebastian heads back toward the elevator and presses the down button. As he waits, he hears a door open on the hallway. He looks up and sees a tall, broad shouldered man with disheveled clothes back out of the doorway. Intrigued, Sebastian watches as a pudgy woman with wrinkled skin and mousy, tousled hair appears in the doorway. She is wearing a purple robe with the hotel insignia on the lapel. "Thank you for a fabulous time," she drawls, leaning out of the door and holding a thick wad of bills out to the man. "The agency said you'd be charming, and you were. But I didn't expect you to be so handsome. And what you can do with that tongue!"
The man takes the cash with one hand and shoves it into his pants pocket in one smooth motion. "The pleasure was all mine, Sally. I hope you'll ask for me again."
The elevator pings and Sebastian heads in, holding the door open with his arm for the guy. He had heard of rich, elderly women paying male escorts to be their dates and even to have sex, but it seemed like an oddity in the sea of men paying women or men for sex. So Sebastian just has to see this guy up close. Plus, it is only polite to hold the elevator as they were both going down.
"Thanks for holding the elevator," comes a voice as footsteps clack closer along the corridor. The man steps in the elevator and Sebastian immediately barks out a short laugh. It is the same man who rejected him in the lobby earlier that night.
"So you let someone else show you the sights tonight, huh?" Sebastian snorts as the man's eyes widen with recognition.
The man recovers quickly and says smoothly, "Yes, and they were delightful. It looks like you found someone to show you around as well."
"Umm-hmm." The elevator stops at 26 and Sebastian steps out. But before the doors could slide closed, he jams a hand between them and leans in. Leering, he says, "So, is the money good? For whoring yourself out to old ladies, I mean?"
The dropped jaw and wide eyes are a delicious reaction, and Sebastian grins wickedly. "Oh yes, I saw your little exchange in the hallway."
The man shifts uncomfortably under Sebastian's gaze. Just for fun, Sebastian drags his eyes up and down the man's body one more time. He stares deeply into his eyes, channeling his best sultry bedroom expression and says, "I have money, too. How much for a quick fuck in my room right now."
Eyes flashing with anger, the man pushes Sebastian's arm off of the elevator door and jabs at the door close button. "I told you I don't swing that way," he huffs out as the door slides closed. Sebastian grins at the closed door for a moment before shuffling down the hall to his room. Yes, all in all it had been a fabulous and highly entertaining first night in New York.
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His tour doesn't start until ten o'clock, but Sebastian is there by 9:30, lurking in the campus coffee shop. He is there for two reasons. First, he needs coffee to make it through a tedious campus tour and hobnobbing with the school administrators after his eventful and late evening the night before. Second, he knows that the NYADA student body is small and he is hoping for a chance to harass a certain gay-faced twink and his big-nosed fag hag side-kick.
"Oh my God! Are you stalking me now?" Sebastian turns in the direction of the familiar high-pitched voice with a grin. "Blaine and I aren't even together anymore!"
"Why hello, Kurt," Sebastian says with mock delight. "What, no 'how are you, Sebastian', or 'long-time, no see?' or even a 'what brings you here this fine day?' No?"
Kurt scowls at him. "Come on. I can't even get a break from your musty Craig's list odor and your ridiculous hair when I move 500 miles away? Why are you here?"
Sebastian drops a sugar into his coffee, stirs slowly, and takes a sip while Kurt taps his foot and fumes. "Campus tour."
"Oh, no. You can not come here. Absolutely not!" Kurt's eyes flash with anger. He spins around, searching the tables for a moment and shouts, "Rachel! Come here!"
Sebastian looks into Kurt's eyes with calm confidence and a slight smirk. Coming for an early coffee was such a good idea. He grins even wider when he sees that Rachel, who heard Kurt and has spotted Sebastian, is storming over with her shoulders squared, arms swinging and hair bouncing. Best of all, she not alone. She is dragging a man with a death grip on his hand. A very familiar, tall man with broad shoulders, dark brown hair and blue eyes.
"What are you doing here?" demands Rachel. Without taking a breath, she turns to Kurt and asks, "What is he doing here?"
Kurt says snidely, "He says he's here for a campus tour but that can't possibly true. You need talent to get into this school."
Sebastian locks eyes with the man next to Rachel, the man from the hotel, who is looking rather green. Without breaking eye contact, Sebastian says, "Well, I don't know. You two got in. But, you may be right. This guy looks pretty talented."
"Is this just some sick game for you, Sebastian?" demands Kurt. "You couldn't steal my boyfriend, so now you're trying to steal Rachel's?"
Sebastian looks at Kurt and says calmly, "From what you said earlier, it sounds like I don't have to steal your boyfriend. You seem to have lost him all on your own." He turns back to the man beside Rachel. "So, is this your boyfriend, Rachel? I'm Sebastian, by the way. I hope you'll excuse the rudeness of our friends for not introducing us." Sebastian half-stands, reaching out his hand.
"Brody," the man says curtly, and pumps Sebastian's arm one before dropping his hand and stepping back, not quite meeting Sebastian's eyes.
Sebastian grins widely, eyes jumping between the three NYADA students. "Well, Brody. I cannot tell you how delighted I am to have made your acquaintance," Sebastian says slowly and deliberately. Brody gulps as Sebastian continues, "And I am even more delighted to know that you are dating Rachel here, who I know from way back."
"What is that supposed to mean?" snaps Rachel.
Sebastian pushes back his chair and stands up. "It was great seeing all of you. Sorry to say hello and run, but I have a meeting at the admissions office and I don't want to be late."
Kurt, Rachel and Brody watch Sebastian depart.
"You know that guy?" Brody asks, the tremble in his voice so slight that Rachel doesn't catch it.
"He's just this jerk Kurt and I know from high school. He was in a rival show choir and he was always turning up and harassing Kurt and his then-boyfriend Blaine. He even laced a slushie with rock salt and threw it in Blaine's eye. He had to have surgery," Rachel explained.
"Don't forget how he tried to blackmail you out of performing at Regionals," adds Kurt.
Brody feels the room spinning and he swallows hard. "He blackmailed you?" he asks Rachel.
"He had these photo-shopped pictures of Finn naked and in high heels and he said he would blast them all over the Internet and ruin my future career with them if I performed. But we were able to get him to back down. Kurt was really fierce, you should have seen it," Rachel smiles at Kurt, remembering the Black and White performance and Kurt's multiple confrontations with Sebastian.
When Rachel looks back at Brody, she sees he looks rather pale. "Oh, no," she adds quickly, "Those pictures of Finn weren't real. He just superimposed Finn's head on someone else's body. I mean, I know what Finn looks like naked, and – "
"TMI, Rachel!" Kurt cuts her off abruptly. "I do not need to hear any more about Finn's naked body and your experience with it. And it looks like Brody isn't really enjoying this conversation, either. Hey, are you okay?" Kurt directs this last comment to Brody, who has pulled out a chair and sat heavily, staring forward into nothing.
"Yeah, I'm fine," says Brody softly. "It's just, this guy sounds like a real jerk. And he's applying here. I can't believe it."
Rachel smiles brightly and says, "I wouldn't worry about that. Like Kurt said, it takes a lot of talent to get into NYADA and I don't think Sebastian will cut it." She pokes at Brody's side and gives him a wink. "Plus, I happen to know a certain boyfriend of mine – that would be you, sweetie – who gives the NYADA campus tours. Perhaps that certain boyfriend can convince Sebastian that NYADA is boring and he shouldn't even bother to apply."
Brody smiles weakly back at her and touches her nose with the tip of her finger. "You're adorable," he says. "Yes, I can try that."
Brody watches Rachel and Kurt head off for class. He turns toward the admissions office with a sigh. He is not looking forward to giving this next tour. Sebastian has already told him, last night at the hotel, that he has money. And NYADA only sets up private tours for prospective students that they are wooing because their parents have money or connections or both. Rachel and Kurt may still be naïve enough to think that the only ticket to a NYADA admission is talent, but Brody knows better.
Although honestly, Brody has more immediate concerns. According to Rachel, Sebastian is not above resorting to blackmail, even if the evidence is doctored. He shudders as he thinks of the very real blackmail material Sebastian has on him.
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Sebastian is suppressing a yawn as the admissions official gushes about the excellence of a NYADA education. He already had his fun here and he has no intention of attending this school or letting them see a cent of his family's money. He is debating whether to gracefully bow out of the tour, a dozen potential excuses crowding his brain, when the admissions official looks over his shoulder and beams, "Oh, and here is Brody Weston to give you a tour."
Sebastian spins the swivel chair toward the door and drinks in the handsome and now so very familiar figure. He smirks and gives Brody an exaggerated wink. Brody startles a bit, but quickly recovers, greeting the administrator with a cheerful, "Good morning, Ms. Winston!"
"Brody, I'd like to introduce you to Sebastian Smythe, a prospective student," beams Ms. Winston.
Sebastian stands and smiles, stepping forward to shake Brody's hand for the second time that morning.
"Sebastian, Brody is one of our shining stars here at NYADA. He's a junior this year and he is the recipient of a very prestigious scholarship. He is a teaching assistant for several classes and is well known for his efforts to make new students feel at home here," Ms. Winston smiles at Brody, then turns back to Sebastian and says, "I should let you get to your tour now, unless you have any questions for me."
"Thank you so much," says Sebastian smoothly. "I do have one thing to ask before the tour."
"Yes, dear?" asks Ms. Winston.
"I'm really interested in learning more about this scholarship. Are there any particular conditions that need to be met?" Sebastian asks Ms. Winston innocently.
"Well, it's not a NYADA scholarship, so Brody may be able to tell you more about it. But I can give you the basics. Brody has brought a lot of honor to NYADA with this award. The Milton G. Lambdon Citizenship Award is a four-year award that is given to only ten college freshmen across the country each year. The award comes with a substantial scholarship and is given to students who show a high level of honor and commitment to academic and social achievement." Sebastian notices that Brody has started to clasp and unclasp his hands nervously during this speech. Ms. Winston continues, "But the award also is based on financial need, so I do not think you would qualify. However, I would be happy to discuss other non-monetary awards that you might qualify for, if you're interested. NYADA is always looking for more students like Brody, who exemplify the honor, ethics and excellence of this fine institution."
"Thank you for the information. I am sure you are very proud of Brody here," says Sebastian. He narrows his eyes at Brody and continues, "I have one more question about the award. What would happen if a recipient of this award was found to be involved in something disreputable?"
Ms. Winston chuckles and says, "What an odd question! I highly doubt that would ever happen, but I suppose it would mean the recipient would lose the scholarship. Do you know, Brody?"
Brody swallows audibly and wipes a bead of sweat from his brow. With steely determination, he forces his features into a wide smile and says, "I suppose you're right. The recipient would lose the scholarship. But I don't think that's ever happened." He meets Sebastian's gaze defiantly. "Or that it ever will."
"Thank you both. That was very enlightening," says Sebastian. He puts a hand on Brody's lower back and guides him toward the door. "Well, Brody, shall we get started?"
As soon as they are out of Ms. Winston's earshot, Sebastian drops his charming smile and says flatly, "Let's cut to the chase. I have no interest in attending this sorry excuse for a school. I am only here today to be entertained. And I can think of quite a few reasons you have to keep me happy, don't you agree?"