"For a night, its five-hundred sweet-heart," the blonde hooker inserted, throwing herself across Kendall's lap to regain his attention.

"I didn't ask you, now did I," he replied, lifting the girl off of him roughly, "I was asking him."

"But honey, you're with me," she said, doing her best to make herself look as sexy as possible, "And when you're with me, you don't need to talk with anyone else."

"Then thank god I'm sending you away," Kendall stated while pushing her away farther, "You can go be screw someone else now."

"Well," she started with a scowl across her face and her hands on her hips, "When you're done with the faggy boy and want a real woman, don't come searching for me."

"Wouldn't dream of it hun," he said, this time not even looking in her direction, "Go suck someone else's dick."

She started to walk away flipping Kendall off, but ended up breaking a heel and tripping over someone on the ground, much to her extensions dismay. Never had so much fake blonde hair been thrown across the floor. And Logan couldn't help but laugh a little.

"Hey, Hey, Hey," the blonde started, giving Logan a stern look, "No laughing at that slut over there, that could very easily be you."

"Um, I guess, If I ever started wearing heels and extensions and had a voice like Kat Von frickin D, then yeah, I guess I could easily be that whore," the brunette said with a smile spreading across his face.

"Whore callin-another Whore What?"

"You're hilarious, but apparently, you're paying me for this time, so you best not waist it or you'll end up handing over a million by the end of the night."

"Okay, then name your price."

"Amillion."

"Fine," Kendall replied, his face entirely unchanged.

"Wait, you're being serious" Logan replied, it all starting to dawn on him, "You want pay for me for the night?"

"Why would I not."

"Um, maybe because you're straight; TMZ said you slept with Demi Lovato at that concert were she was you're opening act and then you screwed her back-up dancer within the same hour."

"That's a lot of screwing for one person though, isn't it?"

"You're the epitome of ass-hole, jerk face, jock, pig-headed frat boy that most definitely wouldn't get a male hooker for the night; you're the kind of douche-bag that thinks that being gay is contagious," Logan let slip on accident, forgetting the fact that the blonde made the decision to pay him or not at the end of the night.

"You don't fucking know me," Kendall responded with a slightly stung look covering his face and cocking his head a little.

"Actually, yes, yes I do, because you're world famous super star Kendall Knight, you know, from Big Time Rush, that really shitty teenage girl band," the brunette said honestly, deciding that he didn't give a fuck what the other boy thought of his opinions.

"I'm offended," the blonde said sarcastically, throwing his hand over his chest, "I thought we were a really shitty tweenage girl band. You seem to be giving me too much credit sir and I simply shalln't stand for it."

"Shalln't. Nice word choice. You definitely are proving you're linguistic abilities at the moment aren't you Mr. Knight," Logan responded, finally taking the initiative to seat himself in the spot next to the blonde boy; all of the pressure of his previous words had somehow disappeared entirely.

"See, now that's simply unfair, you know so much about me and I know absolutely nothing about you."

"What do you need to know about me," The brunette questioned, still not sure where this conversation was directly headed.

"Well, we could start with your blood type, but how about your," the blonde threw his hand in the air as if the answer was orbiting the both of them, "Name."

"Um, I'm Max," Logan lied, "I'm Max Ryder."

"Max Ryder," Kendall resaid, tasting the word in his mouth, "Sounds like a bad porn name."

"Well, it's what my parents gave me."

"We both know that's a fucking lie," Kendall replied, looking the prostitute straight in the eyes, "So why don't you try again."

"Okay …. Fine ….. my real name is, well, it's, I'm,"

"Every minute you don't answer is a minute you don't get paid,"

"Uch, you win; my name is Logan, Logan Mitchell."

"See, much better isn't it now that we're being truthful," Kendall responded, taking a sip of the wine glass next to him, "You know what, I think that that deserves a treat," the blonde pulled a dollar out of his pocket. "Yes, you can get it, get it girl, get the money," he said in a condescending tone while holding the money above the brunette, Logan's, head.

"If you don't stop patronizing, I'm going to take this steal-toe boot off and beat you in the head with it," Logan replied, pointing at his shoe, "And you'd hate to be the brain dead member of a shitty tweenage girl band wouldn't you Mr. Knight."

"Fine," he spat out, faking anger, "You win. But all it is a dollar; you want more, you dance for me."

"I'm not a stripper, I'm an," the brunette swallowed hard, "I'm an Escort."

"Same Fucking difference, now do it or I'm only going to pay you three dollars for your time," the blonde said with a smug look painting his face.

"Fine, you want to see my dancing abilities, then enjoy."

In all honesty, Kendall did kind of want to see Logan dance, even just to have the boys unique presence, but he definitely wasn't expecting what would happen next.

Carefully, so as to not tip the object over, Logan climbed on top of the tall marble table that was seated next to where they were and he stomped his clunky boot against the cold stone surface. The loud boom of the shoe against the table top echoed through the setting as each member became silent and turned to look at where the brunette was standing.

With all of the focus on him, the brunette started his improvised routine as best he could; he smacked his lips together a few times before straddling the large, metal bar that bolted the table from the ceiling to the ground and bent himself backwards, much to the crowd's approval.

He stood back up before feeling a spot on the beam and riding down slowly with his eyes closed. And with all of this slowness, he surprised the crowd with a high energy leap onto the top of the metal. He slid down the bar while spinning in the sexiest manner possible before licking the bar from top to bottom with his tongue slowly, swaying his hips to the musical beat as he did it.

When he finally reached the top, he spun around to face the crowd and threw the heavy, red vest off and onto the ground to loud applause and whistles. Money came flying from each direction as he hopped off the table and picked up the cash; immediately after the show was over, the scene returned to normal.

In the slinkiest way possible, Logan grabbed his vest and got back into the seat next to Kendall with the cash lining his thin white belt that held the booty shorts up.

"So, how was that to your liking," the brunette said while slamming himself down next to the blonde.

"Um, for starters, when does anyone say 'to your liking,' anymore," the blonde started, the sarcasm already re-implanting itself in his voice, "And for two, I'm really hoping that you're more of an exotic dancer than anything else, because that was fucking hot."

"It's funny to hear such a goody-goody-two-shoes like you curse this much," the brunette replied, snickering at the destroyed image he had of the boy now.

"As if you've never cussed," the blonde responded quirking his eyebrow at the half-naked teen next to him, "You just called me an asshole a minute ago."

"No, I called you an Asshole because that's what you are, not because I was cursing at you, but because that's simply a title you hold besides President of the Bubble Gum Pop Club," Logan said while taking the money out of his belt, "But after watching you tonight, I think that you're just in the Bubble Gum Pop Game to get some Bubble Gum Ass. Let me guess, you've hit Selena up a few times; awe, but poor thing's thin as a rail, so I'm sure you couldn't have gotten that much out of her. Oh wait, I here singers like the bony type."

"Real funny Sweetheart, but you can't expect me to take someone who nags me home for the night if I already have my manager on speed dial."

"You have your manager on speed dial. And you use speed dial."

"I'm a celebrity, not a dork, so yeah, I do use speed dial. A lot."

"You don't have to be a dork to know how to properly use technology, you have to care. Obviously, you don't."

"You surprise me more every minute with your, you. Aren't hookers supposed to be drugged up, air-heads?"

"And you shock me with how much of an ass hat you are as we sit here so I guess we're both full of surprises tonight, aren't we."

"I thought smart people knew not to insult their bosses," the blonde retorted, grabbing his glass to take a sip out of it again.

"Unless you plan on becoming my pimp, then you aren't my boss," the brunette replied, grabbing the glass out of the blonde's hands, "and that's why I can do this too." He opened his hand and let the glass slip out, splinters of clear chunks clattering everywhere with champagne interlaced in them.

"Oh, so you're a badass too,"

"For a certain price, I'll be anything you want me to be."

Logan had meant it somewhat ironically - having watched Pretty Woman a hundred times, he thought he knew what the cliché hooker would say- yet the blonde didn't exactly seem to get it. There was a certain new, intensity, to his features when he delivered his next line.

"Name it. Name it now. Name it now before it's too late. Because I can't wait forever," the blonde half-growled out, half-moaned from his position over the smaller boy on the black couch.

"Ar-Are you be-being serious," Logan whimpered out, slightly frightened.

It wasn't that he was scared of the intensity, he had seen it all after two years of this business, but it was the boy himself. Logan had slept with tons of men. He'd slept with tons of women. It was the job description. But rarely was it someone beautiful. Someone rich or famous or incredibly good looking or muscular or …. It was someone who needed a hooker. So Logan couldn't lie when he said he was intimidated by this. Why would someone like Kendall stake his career on a hooker?

"What the fuck have we been flirting about all night Logan," the blonde said, the frustration bleeding into his voice heavily, a definite change from earlier.

"Look, you need to carefully think this through; I'm, I'm -,"

"You're a Hooker,"

"Escort,"

"Same Difference,"

"That's an Oxymoron, but I'll let it slide; look, you're Kendall Knight, you're straight and a good role model, and, and, -,"

"If I get caught with you, I could get in trouble and fuck up my career," the taller teen coaxed, wrapping his arm around the shorter one slowly.

"Yeah," Logan breathed out, the relief of him understanding starting to crash over him; he didn't know why, but for some reason, he actually felt himself care about this client.

"So."

"So, so this is your life and you're lively hood and you have this huge stage and opportunity and you have your career. What about your career?"

"Look, you may not understand this entirely, but screw my career and screw anyone that has a problem with this because for one fucking time, I actually want something."

"Something?"

"Yeah, I want you, so name your price now before I go. I can't wait forever."

And then if dawned on Logan a little; in the end, this was another client, another person who was going to walk out of his life as soon as they stepped in. So why should he care when he had real things to care about. Real things like his brother. Real things like Carlos, the person he was actually supposed to care for.

"A thousand," he let slip out, not realizing that the words had actually materialized before they breached the air.

"A thousand a night?"

"A thousand an hour,"

Immediately, the blonde grabbed a few bills from his pocket and slammed them in Logan's hand as fast as he possibly could.

"This is – This is one thousand dollars," Logan stuttered out, not holding this much cash in his hand at once ever.

"Yeah, you're price. Because I want you. Proof enough. And now I want to take you home," Kendall put his arm fully around the brunette, semi-trapping him in an odd way to ensure the deal.

Logan paused for a moment, weighing his feelings on what he should do; the choice was between the boy he'd just met, Kendall and the boy he'd sworn to provide for, Carlos. And Logan would always choose family over anything else; it was all that mattered to him. It was all that mattered because it was the only for sure thing he had to hold onto. It was the only thing he cared about. Carlos, his baby brother with big dreams and big talent, and so he had to do this, he had to take the money. And yet for some strange reason, he felt guilty, like he had hurt the other boy through his decision. He couldn't have begun to foresee the damage he'd do in the end.

Author's Note: I love Big Time Rush. Big Time Rush doesn't. I don't know how to write pole dances. That's my best attempt; I hope it wasn't too terrible. So review and do all of that rockin stuff so I can get really motivated and excited. If for anything, because I love you.

Luv ya. XoXo.