Hello people, this idea for a story had been floating around in my head for a while. I wanted to get it written down. I haven't seen a story like this before, so I hope it's unique. I hope you enjoy reading this.
Returning back from the war broken and damaged, John couldn't find the excitement in everyday life like he could on the battlefield. The other problem with civilian life was employment. Nobody would want to employ a man who deeply affect by the fighting with a psychosomatic limp. John needed to make a living anyway possible.
Walking past the local red telephone box, John noticed a small advertisement in the window. The bright colours of the ad caught John's eye immediately but the picture accompanying the ad shocked him. It was a ad showing details for a lady of the night. There was a male version next to it. John then knew how to make some quick money. Pacing home with his cane banging on the payment, John mentally layout what his ad was going to look like. John eased his way into his cramped flat, instantly reaching for his laptop opening the publisher document to prepare his ad.
After an hour John was satisfied with his creation, he added contact his details. He was ready to print it off and place then round the telephone boxes in the area. He just hoped that none of his neighbours would find the ad and call him. That would be an awkward situation that he hoped to avoid.
The final ad was placed in a telephone box a couple of miles away from his flat. Worry hit his stomach as John wondered what the worst thing that could happen being a male prostitute. John was going to make his living on his own terms, no negotiation.
John had been working for a couple of months now, it was easier than he expected. All jobs were carefully organised with military precision for each man or women coming back to his flat for sex. John always researched his clients before agreeing to see them; just to make sure they were weren't going to turn on him half way through the job. The doctor side of John always made sure that he and his clients were clean and safe.
It was cool summer's morning when John's 'work' mobile beeped, none of his clients ever text. He opened the message feature to read the text.
'Hello J. Watson, I require your services- SH'
John stared at the text for a moment longer. This was strange he had never conducted business like this, this was almost like giving up the control he had over his job all because his client had contacted him over text not a phone call. However this was the excitement that John had been looking for. John decided to text back.
'How may I help you? - JW'
'It may be an unusual request but I don't want sex. I want someone to talk too. I will still pay your normal rates- SH'
Who in their right mind would contact a prostitute just to talk? This concept confused John. Re-reading the text John felt a hint of sadness that this person felt that they had to pay someone to talk to; they must be a lonely person. John's fingers shifted over the keypad as he replied.
'Yes that's fine SH, where would you like to meet? - JW'
'Please call me Sherlock, there's a restaurant called Angelo's' on Northumberland Street, be there for 7pm sharp-SH'
John noted down Sherlock's name and address of the restaurant in his diary. Tonight John would meet this man for the first time, he didn't know whether that excited or scared him. He had done no research and had absolutely no idea who he was meeting. He could only hope that it would go smoothly, at least he wouldn't have to drop his pants tonight.
Hope you liked the first chapter, if there are any grammar/spelling errors I am sorry. Any feedback, comments or reviews are welcome.
Thank you for reading.