Chapter 1

Anakin folded his arms over his chest. "I won't do it, Watto."

Watto narrowed his eyes at Anakin. "You will if you value your job."

Anakin did his best not to flinch. He needed this job, but how could he do what Watto was asking? He decided to try to reason with his boss.

"Please, just let me do the repair properly. Shannon can't afford to have her car break down in a month because I used sub-standard parts to repair it. She could barely afford to bring her car here in the first place."

"Is that my problem? No! She doesn't know anything about cars; she won't know any better. We can get a much better profit margin by using some of these old parts that are just sitting around."

"But it's wrong! Don't you care about that? People trust us to repair their cars, and you're basically trying to scam them."

Watto glared at Anakin. "Either you do it, or you're fired."

Anakin hesitated. He needed the money. He and Ashoka were barely scraping by as it was. But he couldn't in good conscience do what Watto was asking.

"Take the extra cost out of my salary, then. I'll do the repair in my own time after the shop has closed."

"No deal, Anakin. I can't have employees who refuse to follow instructions. Are you telling me you won't do it?"

Anakin closed his eyes, waiting for the blow to fall. "I can't."

"Then get out of here. I don't ever want to see you again."

Anakin fought back tears as he grabbed his stuff and left.

He'd fucked things up royally now. What was he supposed to do when rent came due? How were they going to buy food? He had a full scholarship to his college, so he didn't need to worry about that, but he and Ahsoka still needed to eat.

If he didn't sort this out, and quickly, the social worker would take her away from him.

Anakin's insides went cold at the thought. He couldn't let her go back into the system.

He and Ahsoka might not be related by blood, but she was his sister in every way that mattered. They had been in the same shitty foster home for five years, ever since Ahsoka was eight, before Anakin turned eighteen. The moment he did, he got a job and applied to foster Ahsoka. That was two years ago now.

He stumbled to the bus stop and sat down, trying to control his breathing. He was freaking out and needed to get himself under control before he got home. Seeing his panic would just make Ahsoka panic, and that's the last thing he wanted.

The bus arrived and Anakin staggered onto it, barely holding himself together. He honestly didn't know how he got home. He closed the front door behind him and sank to the floor, putting his head between his knees.

He needed to keep it together for Ahsoka's sake. Surely, there had to be other jobs? Rent was only due in three weeks, and he had enough money for groceries until then. He just needed to get another job immediately.

Anakin went to his computer and started searching. There were a number of mechanic jobs available, but most of them required a degree. He still had two years until he finished his degree.

The few jobs that he could find that might take him had shit hours and shit pay, but that wasn't exactly anything new to him, having worked for Watto.

Anakin sent off his CV to a couple of places that were hiring. He could only hope that they didn't hold his lack of references against him. There was no way Watto would give him a good reference after how things had ended between them. He suspected that a lack of references would be a deal-breaker for most places, but he had to try.

He still had an hour before Ahsoka got back from school, and he really should spend that time studying, but Anakin couldn't get his mind to focus. He was still buzzing with anxiety over the job situation.

He was exhausted, but there was nothing new there. Between college, work, and caring for Ahsoka, he had very little time for sleep. He knew things would be easier once he finished his degree. Then, he could get a job that paid better, and he wouldn't have to juggle studying with everything else he had to take care of.

Anakin wished he could do better for Ahsoka. He knew that she was teased in school for her second-hand clothes, but they simply couldn't afford anything else. She never complained about not being able to go on trips with her friends during the holidays, but Anakin hated the pain in her eyes as she brushed it off.

The sound of the front door opening surprised him. Anakin had lost track of time.

"Hey, Skyguy. You're home early, did Watto actually let you go on – Anakin, what's wrong?"

Anakin tried to compose his face. He didn't want to scare Ahsoka, but she deserved the truth. "I lost my job, Snips."

Some of the panic he was feeling flickered across Ahsoka's face. "What are we going to do?"

"Don't worry, I'll figure something out. I promise. I've already applied for some new jobs. I'm sure one of them will get back to me soon."

Ahsoka nodded, but she still looked worried.

"You just let me handle this, Snips. How was your day?"

Ahsoka's face fell further. "Not so good. Tiffany was teasing me again."

Anger boiled up within Anakin. He dearly wanted to give Tiffany a piece of his mind, but Ahsoka had insisted that it would only make things worse, and he reluctantly respected her decision.

"I'm so sorry, Snips. Just two more years, and I can get a proper job. We'll get you some nice designer clothes so that you can fit in better. I'm sorry you have to put up with this."

Ahsoka came around the table and hugged him. "It's not your fault, Skyguy. I know you're doing the best you can, and I'm so grateful that I don't have to be in the system because of you."

What had he ever done to deserve Ahsoka? Anakin returned her hug for a few minutes before pulling away. "I really should study."

"Me too," Ahsoka groaned. "I've got a trig test tomorrow and I'm not even close to prepared."

Though Anakin had loads of his own work to do, he put it aside for now. "Come sit by me. I can help. Which concepts are you struggling with?"

He and Ahsoka spent the next few hours studying for her trig test. Anakin loved spending time with her, even if it was to study.

When she went to bed, he stayed up late doing some of his own studying. At least he didn't have to work tomorrow. That meant he could take a nap between his classes ending and Ahsoka getting home.

Over the next few days, Anakin anxiously watched his email, but he received nothing from any of the jobs he had applied to.

In desperation, he started applying for menial jobs that paid even worse than Watto did, like flipping burgers at the local fast food place. Still nothing.

It was two weeks until rent was due, and Anakin didn't know what to do. He considered going to Watto and begging for his job back, but he knew it would do no good. No way was Watto re-hiring him after how Anakin had deliberately disobeyed him.

Anakin tried to hide his mounting panic from Ahsoka, swearing that he would sort something out, but he was starting to doubt that would happen.

He knew that Rex or Padme would help him out if he asked, but the last thing he wanted was to be a burden on them. They had their own bills to deal with and didn't need to be weighed down by Anakin's problems.

Anakin was searching for more available jobs when an advert popped up on his screen.

Sith Escort Services. Like he could afford an escort, even if he would have wanted one.

Anakin moved to exit the notification but hesitated. He navigated to their website, hating himself slightly as he checked whether or not they were hiring.

They were.

Anakin knew it was insane, but he was desperate and would take anything he could get. He didn't want to have sex with strangers for money, but if he didn't get his financial situation under control, Ahsoka would be taken away from him and put back in the system.

Anakin submitted an application, which included a photo of himself naked. He felt sick just thinking about it, but if this was what he had to do to keep Ahsoka, then he would gladly do it for her.

Barely two hours later, he got a response from Sidious, the owner of the agency, telling him to come in for an interview.

Anakin got dressed in his sexiest outfit – skinny jeans that hung low on his hips and a black tank top with sequins decorating the sheer material. He figured this would be the most appropriate thing to wear to an interview for an escort agency.

Sidious looked him up and down when he entered. By his satisfied smile, Anakin thought he had chosen his outfit well.

"Well, Anakin, please sit down."

Anakin sat. This guy was already giving him the creeps, but there was nothing he could do about that. He needed this job.

"I've looked through your application, and I think you would make a fine addition to our company. I've got our standard contract here for you. If you're happy with it, you can sign and get started with work tomorrow."

Anakin read through the contract. He didn't like it at all. It did nothing to protect him and everything to exploit him, but he didn't have a choice. He'd keep applying for other jobs, but until he got one, he was stuck here.

"What does it mean here when you say no limits?"

"Exactly what it says. You're to do whatever the client wants without question."

"Even if it's not something I'm comfortable with?"

Sidious frowned at him. "You're not being paid to be comfortable – you're being paid to make sure your clients have a good time. If you don't like it, you can find a job somewhere else."

"No, it's fine," Anakin said quickly. It was far from fine, but he couldn't do anything about it. He finished reading and signed the contract.

"Excellent! I'll get your photo up on the website. Keep your phone with you at all times. You'll need to download the company app. It will update you when you have a client."

"Thank you. I won't let you down."

Sidious' eyes flicked up and down Anakin's body. "I'm sure you won't, my boy."

The next day, Anakin got notified by the app that he had a client.

Thankfully, the time requested was late at night, after Ahsoka would already be asleep. He showered and dressed in the same jeans and tank top he had worn to the interview. Anakin was more than a little nervous. He'd had sex plenty of times before, but that had always been when he wanted it.

He'd never been in a situation where he needed to have sex for money. To say he was dreading it was an understatement, but Anakin couldn't back out.

He took the bus to Maul's house and rang the bell. Maul grinned and looked him up and down as he opened the door. "Well, come in."

Anakin followed him inside. He expected Maul to offer him a drink or at least make some effort to exchange pleasantries, but he didn't.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Take your clothes off."

Anakin swallowed his fear and undressed. He found he couldn't look at Maul. He just wanted this to be over as soon as possible.

Maul undressed as well. He was already half-hard. The sight made Anakin want to be sick. He pressed his lips together and tried to smile, but he feared it came out more like a grimace.

Maul grabbed Anakin by the shoulders and pulled him so that their bodies were pressed flush against each other. He kissed Anakin roughly, forcing his tongue into Anakin's mouth.

Everything in Anakin was screaming at him to pull away.

He had to do this, though. For Ahsoka.

He forced himself to stay limp and allowed Maul to do what he wanted.

Maul walked him to the bed and shoved Anakin down onto it.

"Spread your legs."

Anakin panicked. He didn't want this. Fuck, he really didn't want this.

"I – I'm sorry. I can't do this. I've changed my mind."

He tried to get up, but Maul pressed him back down onto the bed. "Now, don't be like that. You can't go getting a guy all hot and bothered, then try to back out. Such a pretty little thing. Tell you what, I'll give you a nice tip if you take my cock quietly."

"No, I don't want to! Let me go!"

Maul was stronger than Anakin. He used his body weight to hold Anakin down. Anakin tried to push him away, but Maul simply held his wrists above his head with one hand.

"NO! Stop, please, let me go!"

Maul ignored him. Anakin felt Maul's cock pressing up against his ass. Terror flooded his veins as he thrashed violently but to no avail.

Maul pressed straight into him with no preparation.

Anakin screamed in pain and fear. He redoubled his efforts to get away, but Maul had him in a vice grip and he wasn't letting go.

Maul grunted as he started thrusting in and out of Anakin's ass. The pain was unbearable. It ripped through him like a tidal wave, and Anakin was sure he would drown in it. Anakin screamed so loudly that his throat felt like it was tearing apart, but he couldn't stop.

He felt warm blood running down his thighs.

It seemed to go on forever. When Maul was finally done, he grabbed Anakin's arm and dragged him up, shoving him out of the front door and tossing his clothes out after him.

Maul slammed the door shut.

Anakin lay slumped against the wall, sobbing. He felt so dirty. Of course, it was his own fault. What had he expected? He'd joined an escort agency and signed all his rights away. Shame and humiliation bubbled up within him.

How would he be able to look Ahsoka in the eye after what he had allowed to be done to him?

Anakin started painfully pulling his clothes on. He couldn't stay here. He just wanted to get home and shower. He needed to wash away Maul's touch.

He didn't know how he managed to get home. It was all a blur. The next thing Anakin remembered clearly was being in the shower. The hot water stung his torn ass terribly, but he ignored the pain. He turned the water as hot as it would go and scrubbed himself until his skin was red and raw.

It didn't help. He could still feel Maul's hands on him.

Anakin stayed in the shower until the hot water ran out. Then he went to bed and cried himself to sleep.