AUTHOR'S NOTES: HI! I was trying to get someone here to betaread this, but for some reason I wasn't able to. The site was acting kinda funny, so I posted in order to see if I could get someone insterested in doing some beta reading for me! Thanks in advance!

PROLOGUE:

Tony felt his knees give up on him. He ungraciously fell to the floor. He felt hands on him, picking him up, guiding him. It was like an out of body experience. He saw himself being thrown on a bed and felt the hands return, this time, unzipping his pants, taking off his clothes. There was nothing he could do but watch it all happen. The hands returned with lips that were mapping his throat, spreading spit all over him. The hands grabbed his face to keep it still while the lips claimed his.

Tony was fighting against unconsciousness and tried to shake those hands off him, he tried to protest, but all his efforts were in vain. He soon found himself pliable and those lips returned on him.

Brian was looking for Tony everywhere. He had searched at the garden, by the pool, the bathrooms and some of bedrooms, even in the kitchen. He started thinking that Tony had actually stuck to his word and left without telling him.

He saw the man take a sip from his vodka and also felt his eyes on him. Tony knew he had been watching him from afar for a while now and he chuckled to himself and decided to put up a show for the other man. He was moving along the music, his eyes never leaving the other man's. He even smiled, hoping to entice his admirer.

After what seemed an eternity, the other man approached Tony, one hand rubbing the back of his neck, the other inside his pocket. He offered Tony a shy, nervous smile that gave Tony the impression that he didn't approach men that often. But Tony knew better; he knew that man changed bedmates with the same frequency that he changed his underwear.

"Hi," the man's shyness almost fooled Tony.

"Hi!" Tony smiled for effect and got closer to the other man. "I didn't think you would get the nerve to talk to me!"

"Why would you say that?" The man asked, still showing signs of shyness.

"You've been watching me dance all night" Tony said while getting closer to the man and making him move with him. "I didn't think that you'd be brave enough to talk to me. I almost took the bartender's bet that you'd be sitting in you chair over there all night, watching me dance. You actually beat my expectations."

"Well, I'm glad." The man was moving at Tony's rhythm and even dared to put an arm around his waist in order to bring them even closer than necessary. "I'm Brian, by the way."

"I'm Anthony, by the way." Tony offered with a smirk.

"Can I call you Tony?" Brian asked, using his other hand to grasp Tony's head and make him look into his eyes.

"Depends."

"on what?" Brian asked confused.

"On how much you're willing to pay, then, you can call me anything you want." Tony replied, winking at the end of the sentence.

"Wait! You're a hooker?" Brian seemed surprised.

"You didn't know?" It was Tony's turn to be surprised. "This is an open house. I thought you came to find yourself a nice date for the right price."

They had stopped dancing and were just looking at each other in wonderment. At that moment, Brian dropped his innocent façade and showed more confidence and cockiness than Tony had ever seen in someone. His attitude had changed.

"Yeah, I know." Brian said. "I was just checking if you wanted to give me a freebie."

"Hey, you may be a cutie, but I don't do anything for free" Tony answered, deciding to turn around and follow another man who had grabbed his ass. "You touch, you pay, my friend".

"I'm not worried;" the man said. "Whatever your price is, I'm pretty sure that I can afford you, baby" He gave Tony the dirtiest smile anyone could manage without being naked. Tony rubbed himself against the other man's body, the same he had done with Brian.

"I'm glad" Tony responded with a smile of his own.

Brian saw red. He grabbed Tony by the elbow and roughly pushed him away from the other man with enough force to rip Tony's sleeve.

"Back off, buddy," Brian's stare was cold as ice.

"hey!" Tony yelled. "this is an Armani you just ripped off!"

"I was with him!" the man protested.

"I was with him first. And. No one touches what's mine".

I hope someone's willing to edit this story for me. Please feel free to offer any advice, since obviously English is not my first language and grammar is not my forte.

Thanks again.