Warnings for explicit sex scene between a prostitute and his client.
Eight days later Kurt finally called Andrew. He ran out of money earned the first night pretty quickly, life in New York was more expensive than he'd ever thought, and he knew he either had to call his dad again or make up his mind about the agency. Planning monthly expenses beforehand never worked for him. There was always something like the broken refrigerator two days after his first night with a client and asking Burt for help was humiliating to Kurt.
He thought about the long hours in . He had no chance to get an office job and despite what he had told Rachel, a physical job even as simple as a waiter would be exhausting. Night shifts in some diner after full day at Vogue weren't an option.
The decision to finally call wasn't as easy as he thought. The first time didn't make him feel comfortable with the work he had to do. It didn't seem less dirty, it didn't feel any less bad than the first day after he'd made a decision. Shame was still there, fear of what was going to come, he was terrified someone would find out or that he was going to get hurt. But this… This felt worth it. Shame over having to prostitute himself wasn't worse than the feeling when he had to once again ask his dad for help. No one was going to know about this, no one but Kurt but if he had to ask for money again, it'd influence his father, Carole, Finn because he was living off their money. So it trumped the feeling of shame, he decided as he took his phone and dialled Andrew's number.
"Hi, Kurt." Andrew picked up the phone after the second signal.
"Hey, I made my mind…" Kurt sat on the couch and curled his legs under himself.
"Took you long enough." Andrew replied, no sign of anger in his voice.
"I'm sorry, it's not… It wasn't an easy decision." Kurt explained quietly and bit his lip. So he lost his chance, didn't he. Too long to call back and the job wasn't waiting for him anymore.
"Understandable. So you decided you wanted to continue working with us?"
"Yeah, I… Yeah." Kurt rolled his eyes at his own lack of words.
"Okay. We'll put you on a website, we'll need your picture but without face and we'll make it unrecognisable as per contract which we'll sign as soon as possible. You'll get a pager and we'll decide on schedule but the schedule is just an idea, pager will be more important. If you get a call and can't make it then you just let us know."
"Wouldn't it be more handy to use the phone like right now?" Kurt asked quietly.
"Do you want to have your phone flooded with texts and calls from the agency?" Andrew asked, Kurt could hear his voice laced with some humour. Kurt winced and shook his head.
"Okay, you're right. I didn't think. Pager sounds right for this." he said quietly.
"Thought so." Andrew replied with a chuckle.
"Where should I show up to sign the contact? I'm free every evening so it's whenever it's good for you."
"Tomorrow at the hotel, 8 pm?"
"Sounds good."
"See you there."
It took a month before Kurt finally entered the hotel room and didn't feel any shame about what was going to happen. He didn't feel scared, he wasn't ashamed. He knew no one was going to find out or hurt him. This was safe and it wasn't going to hurt him. Maybe make him less emotional about Blaine and the failed relationship but since when it was a bad thing?
"It was a nice evening." the dark-haired guy said. Paul. Kurt smiled and stepped close, wrapping arms around Paul's waist.
"It was nice, I really liked the restaurant, thank you."
He was playing Carl, a shy boy taken on a date and then coerced into bed by the older, handsome gentleman. That was his client's fantasy and he had to go with it.
"You're welcome, sweetheart. I'm glad you let me bring you here." Paul rubbed Kurt's back and took a step towards the bed.
"Paul, do you…" he frowned. Shy, innocent boy. He had to remember and play his part. The money he was offered was really good and the role was easy.
"Do I what, honey?" Paul let his hand slide down Kurt's thigh and pulled him closer. Kurt gasped and stepped back.
"I'm not sure… I don't know…" Kurt shook his head and went back two more steps.
"Come on, I'm not going to hurt you…"
"I know but I'm not sure, you know…" he looked down on the floor and bit his lip, trying to remember how it felt for him long months ago, when he was as innocent as Carl was.
"I'll make you feel good. It'll make you feel good. Nice end to the nice date, isn't it a good idea?" Paul smiled and kissed Kurt's neck, a light touch of his lips, gentle hands on the hips.
Kurt bit his lip and shuddered.
"Okay…" he whispered and immediately felt Paul's hand move to his ass and squeeze.
"Okay. You've had some experience, right?"
"Not really." Kurt looked down again. "Not much?"
"That's even better." Paul smirked and kissed Kurt's neck again before pushing him lightly on a bed. "I'll go slowly."
Kurt sat on the bed and then lay down and closed his eyes as Paul kissed him and unzipped his pants.
"It's gonna hurt, right?" he whispered in a shaking voice.
"I'm going to try make it not to." Paul stroked Kurt's thigh and then slowly peeled off his pants before taking off his own along with his underwear. Kurt bit his lip and looked unsurely at Paul and then at his crotch.
"You're big." he whispered with wide eyes.
"That I am." Paul chuckled and kissed Kurt, claiming his lips aggressively and sucking on his bottom lip. "You're gonna love it."
Kurt nodded and opened his legs slowly, letting Paul fit between them. It was starting to feel like a routine by now and yet this one was different. He had to school his features, make sure his acting was on point every second and pretend he didn't do it with other clients before. And he hasn't that much, it was only a few times in the past months. But it already felt like routine and of course Kurt was hoping one day it wouldn't, with someone he'd want to be but for now it was safe, it kept him from overthinking and it helped to escape. He gave Paul a small smile as his boxer briefs were taken off and whimpered when he was touched.
"It's okay, you're in good hands."
"Please be gentle?" Kurt whispered in a small voice and arched his back when Paul wrapped his hand around his cock.
"I will. I'll make you feel good." he replied surely and then lined his cock up after lubing it up. Despite the whole innocent act he really did not want to have to bother with prepping so Kurt has done it, briefly, before coming to the hotel. Even so, when Paul pushed in he hissed because of pain. It was just a faint burn but it was enough to get a reaction out of him. It also fit his act as he looked down and closed his eyes, showing shyness.
"It hurts…" he whispered, not looking at Paul.
"It'll go away in a second, sweetheart."
Kurt winced at the more brutal thrust. He was slowly adjusting but he still had to stay in a role even though it didn't really hurt much anymore. Paul grunted and angled his hips making Kurt moan as his body spasmed after the cock inside hit his prostate. He looked up at Paul with wide eyes.
"What…?"
"It felt good, didn't it?" Paul smiled and kissed Kurt, gently nudging his lip and a tongue, making Kurt open his mouth wider. He placed his hand on the back of Kurt's neck and pulled him closer.
Kurt nodded and tried to reach his own cock, wanting the release to come already but Paul grabbed his hand gently and pinned it to the bed above Kurt's head.
"No, I'll take care of you." Paul whispered as Kurt moaned, sparks sent through his body with a change of an angle. And he did as he promised, reaching to stroke Kurt's cock and making him whimper, his toes curling into the sheets. Paul grunted and thrust his hips faster one, two, three times and then he was coming, his hand on Kurt's dick letting go. Kurt groaned and let his head fall on a pillows. He had to keep up his act and he couldn't just finish by himself unless Paul decided to help him up with it. Which didn't seem so.
Kurt closed his eyes and rolled on the bed, facing away from Paul, his waistcoat a little uncomfortable on his body even though his shirt was very soft. He hid his face in a pillow and bit his lip. Innocent, shy, tense.
"Carl…?" Paul touched his hip lightly.
"I'm okay…" Kurt whispered and closed his eyes. "I'm just a little sore."
"That's normal, sweetheart." Paul kissed the back of his neck and then sat up. "And I really need to get going, it took us longer than I planned so… "
Kurt nodded and sat up slowly, stretching lazily as Paul got up and put on his pants and underwear back. It didn't surprise him anymore when clients left in a hurry.
Paul took out his wallet and placed a few bills on the nightstand before leaving for the bathroom. Kurt rolled towards it and counted quickly and frowned. He put on his underwear and stood up.
"Hey, you are supposed to pay six hundred not five." he said to Paul dryly.
"Well, you didn't come on time so I'm not really convinced by the young boy act. And you seemed a little scared, you, not the act."
Kurt rolled his eyes and leaned on a doorframe, his arms crossed at his chest. "It was an act. The one you're supposed to pay six hundred for. And I'm not sure you'd want me to report you to my boss."
Paul turned around from the mirror and stopped fixing his hair.
"Are you threatening me?" he asked in a low voice.
"I'm just saying. I work, you pay. And unless you can actually tell my supervisor that something went wrong, other than this poor excuse, then you need to pay the full sum."
"You little…" Paul took three steps toward Kurt but he was faster and pulled a pager out of his waistcoat pocket.
"This has an emergency option. If I push the button you'll have around thirty seconds before someone gets here and you're completely erased from the clients list. So, one hundred more by the time I have my pants back on or we're done here. Completely done."
Kurt came back to the room and picked up his pants from the floor before putting them on quickly. He fixed his hair by the mirror in a dresser and made sure his outfit was wrinkles-less. By the time he was tightening his belt Paul was back in the room. He put one hundred dollar bill on the bed before leaving quickly. Kurt chuckled dryly and rolled his eyes. It wasn't the first time it happened and it was hard to scare him really, by now. Clients didn't want to risk being banned from the agency, only new ones even tried to threaten workers. The agency always had at least one bodyguard settles on the floor and they would respond to the page immediately so there was no real danger. Kurt picked up the missing bill from the bed and left the room, taking an elevator downstairs. He checked out with the reception and left the hotel.
There weren't any more clients to work with, there was nothing left and it was still much earlier than usually when he left the place.
