He groaned as the morning sun shone through the window. He raise himself off the bed, wondering what time it since he hadn't heard his alarm go off. He rubbing the sleep from his eyes yawning as he stretched his sore muscles.
He threw the covers off his body ready to start the day. he looked up, finally taking in his surroundings, and froze...
Panic shot through him as he took in the unfamiliar room.
The memory of the night before flashed through his mind, he anxiously ran his fingers through his hair.
'How could he have fallen asleep. How could he have make that mistake.' He NEVER fell asleep, the first this he wants to do after each client is to get out of there as soon as possible.
He had been pretty tired ,and after last nights activities. He blushed at the thought. God what was wrong with him, had he seriously cum twice. That had never happened before.
'kurt, kurt's just good at that,that all.' He thought. 'that's why i acted that way'
Blaine jumped as he heard a sound outside the room. He got up off the bed noticing his washed and folded clothes sitting on the night stand besides the bed. He quickly put them on ,walking to the door and opening it. He walked into hallway ,and he followed the 'clank' sound that was once again made.
The hallway lead him to the living room he was so fond of after seeing it last night. The living room was bigger then his apartment, with leather furniture across the wide space. In perfect distance between the tv and the dark wooden coffee table. A piano stood in the corner of the room untouched, and Blaine's heart skipped a beat at the sight of it.
Blaine suppressed the feeling of longing for the piano. It'd been year since he played.
Turning to face the light that was on ,in what seemed to be the kitchen. He walked through the door frame ,to find kurt sipping his coffee ,sat on a chair reading the newspaper.
"good morning.' Kurt spoke still keeping his eyes in the news paper.
"morning." Blaine muttered
"your moneys on the table" Kurt said pointing to a white envelope.
Blaine walked forward grabbing the envelope off the table. Confusion filled his mind as he counted.
" I added two thousand more" Kurt says
"why?" Blaine couldn't help but ask
" It's a bribe" Kurt says staring him straight in the eye.
"a bribe?" Blaine asks confused.
" for you to stay. i want to offer you a deal. I want you to be my personal escort."Kurt says casually. Blaine raises an eyebrow in disbelief, feeling that Kurt was bluffing.
"I don't know about you, but i enjoyed what we did last night, quite a bit actually. And it seems like a waste to just throw it away." Kurt continues. " if you're not satisfied with that amount ,name a price , i've got plenty of where that came from."
"No..I...it's fine ,i just don't understand." Blaine stutters
"Its simple, all i ask is for you to agree to serve me. I will be able to call you and have my driver pick you up,whenever,wherever. You will be paid one thousand every time .Of course there are conditions that you will stop working with other men and only serve me."
"And why would I do that?
Kurt stops to look at Blaine "Don't know ,if you'd ask me ,I'd rather sleep with one man once a week then three a night. Plus,with my pay. You'll gain double in one day what you'll gain in a weak out there. "
"You don't know me" Blaine says offended."Maybe i like working out there. don't compare yourself with me, with your fancy apartment and your leather furniture. I don't need your money." he takes a hundred out of the envelope,his pay, and puts it in his pocket as he tosses the envelope on the counter angrily.
"I wasn't" kurt says, setting down his coffee. "And I don't need to know you, all I need to know is if you agree." he looks at Blaine waiting.
"Why do you need a personal escort any ways? With your kind of money and looks, you can get any guy in New York."
Kurt keeps his gaze "I won't ask questions , if you don't" he say. Plain and simple.
Blaine was shocked and respected that but.
"No" Blaine says
Kurt sighs as he gets up. "well, my cards in the envelope. Don't take to long to decide, my offer still stand If you change your mind" he stretches, yawning, walking past Blaine. "Keep the money...I need to get to work ,I trust you can show yourself out?" He doesn't wait for a response as he disappears into the hallway.
Blaine watched Kurt go. He looks at the envelope and hesitates for a second before grabbing it and quickly exited the apartment.
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A man hovered over him, pounding into him. Blaine forced his mind to wander and let the man work. His soft cock layed on his stomach, and he whimpered as his hole was getting sore.
"yeah you like that bitch" the man growled, mistaking his whimper for pleasure.
"feels good" Blaine lied, praying the man would just hurry up and cum. Blaine fought back a gag in disgust as the man attacked his neck, licking and sucking hard at the skin.
The old motel bed creaked as the man sped up his pace. Blaine through his head back ,biting on his fist to keep from screaming as pain shot through his body. The man gave a couple more thrusts and groaned deeply as he came. The man pulled out, tying the condom and lazily walking over to throw it into the trash.
He winced as he got off the bed, and made quick work on finding his clothes and getting dressed as the man picked up his own pants. Digging into the pockets and finding a wallet. The man picked out some bills and handed them to Blaine. Blaine quickly snatched them from the man,he counted them to make sure it was the right amount and turned, heading out the door without saying a word.
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Blaine fumbled with his keys as he opened the door to his apartment. His whole body was shaking from the cold air. The run up the stairs from the building had helped, but it was November and snow was piled out on the streets. His shoes were wet and his thin clothing provided no warmth to his body.
He signed a breath of relief when he finally managed to open the door. As he walked in, he stumbled on some clothes that had fallen off the rack against the door.
"fuck"he grunted.
He quickly put them back in their place and picked out the warmest cloth he had. Which were a worn out pair of pajamas. He made his way into the small bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror.
His hair was a mess , and a hickey had formed on his neck. He looked at it disgustingly ripping his clothes off and getting into the shower. The water was warm, and he thanked that they hadn't cut of the warm water yet.
The water felt nice against his muscles and he tried to relax ,but soon images of ruff had and sweaty skin flashed through his mind. He gagged at the thought ,grabbing the Lofa and rubbing it at his skin hard, desperately trying to scrub the feeling of the man off him.
He felt disgusted and soon he was unable to keep the tears any longer . He leaned against the shower wall, his shoulders began to shake as sobs overtook him. Suddenly he was filled with anger, and he brought his fist up.
"fuck,fuck,fuck" He yelled, hitting the wall angrily. Making a hole in the thin wall.
He broke down, sliding onto the floor, letting the water wash over his. He let himself cry, sobbing at the memory of the man ,and the many other men before him. His mind took him everywhere, memories of how his life had come to this , filled his head, taking him back to that scared boy he once was.
"your such a disappointment"his father yelled.
"Please, no, stop." Blaine whined, shaking his head in an attempt to stop his thoughts.
"Such a fucking,slut. A fucking faggot!"
He could see his father standing over him,pointing a finger in rage.
Blaine felt furious "I am who I am! I'll never change for YOU!" Blaine yelled back. He balled up his fists ready to punch the man. But was brought back to reality, when he accidentally knocked over the shampoo bottle. The noise echoed through the walls.
He sighed,feeling annoyed. He stood to finish his shower.
When he finished,he stepped out, toweling of his hair and wrapping an extra towel around his waist.
He sat on his bed exhausted. things weren't supposed to be like this. Once he came to new York things were suppose to get better, not worse.
He remembered how things ended up like this. Like if as just yesterday he had lost his job at the restaurant he worked at because It shut down unexpectedly. Bad luck just seems to be his thing.
He couldn't find a job after that. No one wanted to heir a teenage boy with little to no experience,that could cause trouble any second. No one was willing to give him a chance. And auditioning...he couldn't bare disappointing himself further with that. He just couldn't.
After a day in new York his father had canceled his credit card. And soon he ran out of money. He had a paid motel he was living at, but soon that was gone.
He was Holmes, sleeping on a bench in a park. Starving, having not eaten a full meal in days. When a man awoke him from his sleep. He thought it was a police officer. But he was wrong.
A man that he never learned the name of. Spoke to him. He was kind. And he offered him a place, And food. He was young...naive. They got to his place. And the man fed him. They were sitting on the couch when the man started to stroke his thigh. He was startled, but the man was persuasive, saying he shouldn't worry he'd take care of him.
And when Blaine refused , he offered money. A lot of money. And Blaine couldn't deny that, He was desperate.
So he slept with the man, taking his money in the morning.
He never imagined he'd lose his virginity like that.
He was soon forced to realize that this was the only was he was going to survive in New York.
So he found some people that helped him get into the business, and they taught him the ropes.
He tried to remind himself that this was better than back home. But who was he fooling?
In less than a year his life become worse than he'd ever think. But he'd never go back home, there's no way anyway. Who would want him, he was useless.
He looked at the envelope on his night stand. 'There is one way out' he thought.
He snatched up the envelope searching through it. He found a business card, it was white ,simple, a phone number printed in black ink was all that was written on the card.
He grabbed his phone dialing the waited as it rang, soon someone answered, but it was quiet on the other line. He was confused ,but was sure someone was there.
"Hello?"
"speak" a stern familiar voice spoke, it was the driver.
He was confused , he was expecting the man Kurt to answer.
"It-t's Blaine" he said quietly.
The man was silent on the other line.
"Hello?"
" Thursday seven o'clock, be ready and wait for my call." with that he hung up.
Blaine was confused as he looked at the phone.
He sighed and groaned as he threw himself back ,laying on the bed.
He really hoped he'd made the right decision.