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EPOV

Smirking, I grab his thighs for leverage and answer him by taking his cock into my mouth. I suck on the sensitive head, dipping my tongue into the slit while he groans and thrusts his hips forward. I grip his hips more forcefully, stilling him so that I can bob my head up and down his smooth shaft before swallowing around him. The moment he hits the back of my throat, his moans begin to echo off the walls of the shower as I relax my throat and allow him to fuck my mouth while stroking my own member. He grips my hair and pushes into my mouth with a wild abandon, while I moan around him knowing full well how good that shit feels.

Feeling the tell tale signs of his orgasm approaching, I smirk and continue my ministrations hoping to draw out his release before mine overtakes me. The more he pumps into my mouth, the harder my own dick gets and the faster my hand works as my balls tighten.

He thrusts in, his hand tightens and for a split second I wonder if he's gonna pull my hair out, his body trembles and he shouts his release. I swallow the long streams of come he shoots down my throat before licking him clean while listening to his content sighs.

I love his sounds.

He pulls me up and nips at my neck while helping me stroke my own length until I come all over our hands and his stomach.

While I wash off, I watch his guarded blue eyes as they stay on me and in that small moment as he admires my body, they seem so open and innocent before hardening once more and he turns and leaves me there in the shower, alone.

Never have I been like this with anyone. Never have I desired a man as I desire him. Who is he and can I keep him forever?

This feels like a dream. It's what I would've seeing myself doing in another life. In my former life. Standing in the shower, gloating at how good I'd just sucked my boyfriend's dick. However, for that to happen, he would have to be Seth, and this would have to be an alternate universe where I would be at Darthmouth and had accepting parents. But it isn't. This is reality, and I'm standing in Jasper's shower, turning into a prune, but on the subject of Jasper, what am I feeling?

There is this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. It's almost as if I'm happy, truly happy to be here with him, but that can't be real, none of this can be real. He's nothing but a customer.

He couldn't have gotten out of the bed faster after he'd fucked me again this morning. I never do this. I never go home with them. It's usually a corner, an alley or a room somewhere but never their place and never for the whole night.

How could I've been so careless?

He could've had friends waiting, ready to pass me around, but no, I didn't listen to anything my gut said. All I saw were the bluest eyes I've ever seen which are especially more beautiful in the morning light.

Waking up next to him seemed like a dream, but after the mask was back on, I knew that this was it.

It's time to hit the road.

Last night, he looked so unsure and innocent that I even tried to give him an easy way out of it after the blowjob. However, never in my wildest dreams could I imagine that the unsure guy was such a wildcat in bed.

Holy Shit!

I don't think I'd ever been fucked like that in my life. It was out of this world. To feel in him inside me was heavenly, I wanted more and more.

But it was over. I'm not Cinderella and there's no Prince Charming out there for me. This was just a fuck and a job. That's it.

Finishing up my shower, I make my way out and dry off before walking back into the bedroom, naked. My clothes are on the bed, laid out and I smile at the gesture. No one has ever done this, who is this guy?

I get dress and with one last look at the room and a heavy sigh, I turn and leave it. I spot him in the kitchen making himself coffee and I take a minute to admire him. His hair is smooth and lying at the nape of his neck, his crisp white dress shirt is hugging him in all the right ways, and his ass in those black pants. Ugh!

I would've expected some dress shoes to go with the outfit when I look down at his feet, but he both surprises and stirs the desire in me to see black cowboy boots adorning his feet. Watching his broad shoulders jerk with every move he makes, causes me my dick to harden as I imagine fucking him over that counter. I quickly announce my presence before my imagination gets out of hand. "Umm, could you tell me how to get out of here?" I ask.

"I'm taking you," he replies in a calm tone without even looking turning around.

Great, the guilt is setting in so now he can't even look me in the eye.

He pours his coffee into a traveling cup, grab his keys and messenger before leading me out of his place. We make it down to his car without incident-no one seeing him leaving with a man of course, a man that stayed the night-and get in. I notice that he isn't checking his phone like some of my other clients do, so immediately I know it's off.

Probably doesn't want the girlfriend to know where he is.

Instead of giving it a second thought, I close my eyes and relax in my seat while thinking about how hot this guy really is and how unlike he is from all my other johns while enjoying my ride home or in his case, back to my spot. Before getting there though, we take a detour to McDonald's. He doesn't say anything, he just jumps out and heads inside.

He's probably picking something up for him and his colleagues.

Easing back against my seat, I sit and wait on his return. Some minutes later, he gets back. "Whew! It's a mad rush in there. Damn!"

"Your workplace will be glad," I tell him.

"Work?" he questions. "No, this is for you."

I stare at him in stunned silence as he hands me the huge bag and a coffee. "Careful, that's hot," he says as he moves back out on the road and after asking me for further direction, we make our way to my home.

I open up the bag and inside they're three Egg McMuffin, two Chicken Biscuits and a Steak, Egg and Cheese Bagel meal.

I'm speechless.

"Umm…" I try.

"Oh, Gimme one of the McMuffin and a Chicken Biscuit please," he says, stretching his hand out for it. I unwrap the Chicken Biscuit and give it to him. He practically stuffs the whole thing into his mouth, taking a huge bite and moaning at the taste before I laugh at his expression as he pulls to a stop.

He turns to me, chuckling and asks, "What?" with his mouth packed with his breakfast.

"Nothing." Looking outside I notice we've arrived at my spot, but for some reason, I don't want to go. Shaking the scary unknown feeling that's comes creeping again, I take a deep breath, mentally reminding myself that he's just a john and nothing more before saying, "Well, Jasper, It's been fun. Thanks for breakfast. It's... "

"I wanted to, if you're wondering," he says in a serious tone as his eyes meets mine. "Please don't take offense, it's just that night, we didn't grab anything to eat so I thought..."

"It's cool, I'm not offended in any way. It's just that this is a gesture, I'm not use to. That's all."

"Oh," he sighs.

We fall into silence, and both of us seem to be unwilling to leave the other's company.

After a while he finally says with a smile, "Thank you for last night, Tony."

Baffled by his response, it takes me a moment to even form an answer, "Well, there's another thing I don't hear every day."

"What's that?" he asks.

"A thank you," I tell him. "No one's ever said thank you. So thank you for that. Who are you?"

His smile is radiant and his laugh makes my heart skip a beat as he replies, "You're welcome, Tony."

God, I wish I could tell him my real name.

Why? It's not like you're gonna see him again. This is probably a one-time thing for him and he'll seek it from some other guy next time so why should you break that rule? He's just another dick and nothing more.

Again we fall back into this comfortable silence before he asks in a nervous tone, "So…umm…how much do I owe you?"

How much should I tell him? I'll test him by starting high and seeing how it goes.

The figure is out of my mouth before I can even think about it for another second. "Five hundred should cover it."

Five hundred! It'll be a miracle if he goes for that.

"Okay then." He pulls out some cash, and hands five one hundred dollar bills to me.

Completely stunned again, I manage to get out, "Thanks again."

"You too," he mumbles before I gingerly get out of the car.

I guess you'll be taking a break tonight then huh? Ha…Ha, very funny.

I shut the car door behind me and before hesitating, I walk off without a second glance. When I turn the corner to my place, I wait there for a minute before heading inside to make sure that he leaves safely. I watch as he turns the EnVogue around and makes his way back down the street.

Bye, Jasper.

Upon entering my apartment, I'm tackled by a very happy blonde. "Oh my God, Edward!" Tanya shouts as she bounces up and down in front of me like an energy ball.

"Yes, Tanya?" The best way to handle this is by remaining as calm as possible while she continues on with her antics. Plus it'll only prove to piss her off, much to my amusement.

"Yes, Tanya," she mimics, pulling me over to the bed to take a seat. She quickly grabs the coffee, silently asking me for a sip and after I nod a "yes" she takes it and moans.

"You bought breakfast? Wow, Thanks, babe. I mean, I was gonna make you some scrambled eggs but I didn't know when you were getting in." She smiles coyly while moving in for another sip before passing the cup back to me.

I place the cup on the night stand, pull my shoes off, and then crawl up to the headboard, leaning against it as she sits cross legged in front of me and anxiously waits for me to start talking, "First of all, thanks for the thought on breakfast. And secondly, he bought the breakfast, not me."

"You're shitting me?" Tanya says before laughing out like a maniac.

"I shit you not," I reply, calmly.

"Stop it," she says in a serious tone.

"Stop what?" I smirk.

"That calm shit you do to piss me off, Edward," she states, knowingly. "I swear to God, I'll kick your ass if you don't give me all the details right the fuck now!"

I know I shouldn't be laughing but watching her huff and puff like some angry kitty makes me feel more jovial than scared. Tanya is a lover not a fighter. Sure, she throws around some good threats, but when it comes down to it, she never acts on them. I guess, it's probably why I'm laughing until my sides hurt or it could be because she's tickling me. I have to remind her that there's food on the bed with us, in order to get her to stop.

She opens the bag and removes the contents, handing me a McMuffin before opening up her own. I take a bite and then launch into my story. "So, he pulls into McDonald's and I thought that he was just getting breakfast for him and his colleagues. But when he gets back into the car, he hands me the bag and says it's for me."

"He didn't take any of it for himself?" she questions.

"Only one of these." I tell her, holding up a Chicken Biscuit to emphasize my point.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" Tanya shouts.

"I'm sure he can hear you, no need to repeat it." She smacks me on my arm before smiling and mumbling something about me being a smart ass.

"More like a sore ass," I mutter, hoping she doesn't pick that up, but unfortunately judging from her loud guffaws, she does.

We devour our breakfast while I continue to share every detail of my "date" with Jasper. From the moment I got in the car, his place and even the gory sex details, something which I know she'll appreciate. Tanya is never squirmy about sex. It's something that I can openly discuss with her at any given time and she never even bats an eye or gets a disgusted look on her face. In fact, the only thing she usually does is tease me by saying that if she were a guy then my ass would be hers.

"His place sounds amazing," she comments, after a while.

"His place, Tanya. I just told you all of that and you focus on his place?"

"No, honey," she replies, quietly. "Trust me, I'm so fucking turned on by what you just said that I need a real strong fucking drink or two right now. Hell, maybe three or four." I smile at her comment before she adds, "But my problem is, well Edward, isn't it hard seeing someone living the life that you should be?"

"Tanya," I say, with an exasperated sigh. "What kind of question is that? I don't need that shit!"

I can feel my anger rising, but it's not only from her question, but also because she's right. I was a little jealous last night.

"Edward, don't start," she chides. "Now, shut the fuck up and just answer me. Honestly! And don't think about pulling any of that psychology bullshit you love to use on me to avoid my questions either."

Cocking an eyebrow at her, for obviously seeing through my next move, I reply with the truth, "Fine, I was."

"Was what?" she inquires while pushing me to agree with her.

"I felt a little jealous," I mumble out.

"Okay," she whispers, rubbing my knee and coaxing me to go on.

"I guess it made me angry to walk into his place knowing that I was just there for him to fuck me and that he was probably thinking of me as some poor kid from the wrong side of the tracks." Her expression is solemn, and I immediately feel bad for how I phrased my answer. I don't want her to think that I'm discrediting her upbringing.

"Tanya, I'm so…"

"No, Edward, it's okay, I'm not hurt about that. It's you. I hate that you had to go through that. You deserve so much more. Hell, sometimes I tell myself that...Wait, what do you think of this?"

"Thanks for worrying about me, but about what?" I'm genuinely intrigued by whatever idea she has to share.

"What do you think about going back to school?" she asks, excitedly.

I don't know what to say. It's always been a dream of mine to return to school. This is something I'd shared with Tanya a few times in the past, but why bring it up now?

She rolls her eyes and sighs before saying, "Oh come on, Edward, don't tell me you haven't thought about it. I mean look around here." She waves her hand around, gesturing to the many piles of books spread out around the room. "You buy text books like you are in school, so why not go?"

"I don't have the money to," I mutter.

"That's a load of bullshit and you know it." I can see the vein pulsing in her neck because of her anger, but I can't help it, this is a tough decision for me.

"It's not so easy. There are fees, tuition to be exact, who's gonna pay that, huh?"

"I will," she answers with a smile.

Laughing at her suggestion, I ask, "Aren't we saving up to get out of here? So how does school for me work into that?"

"Oh, we're getting out, I will not be spending the rest of my life on the streets hooking. I'm getting out and so are you." She punctuates each word by poking me in the chest.

"Ouch…"

"Oh shut up," she says, smiling. "But seriously, Edward you have an IQ of 140 and to me that's incredible. So I'm thinking, you quit hooking, get a normal job and go back to school with whatever is left over from us moving."

"You've got this all planned, don't you?" She's grinning like a fool at my statement while nodding yes.

She nudges me to move over so that she can sit beside me before continuing on, "Exactly, now maybe we can get you into some evening classes to get you eligible for college or something. And then once you have a good job, you can help me."

Wait, is she saying what I think she is saying?

"Tanya, are you fucking crazy?" I bellow out at her, watching her pull back in fear. My head feels like it's gonna explode once her plan comes full circle in my head. She'll stay behind, while I move on to a better life…without her.

Fuck no!

"I will not do that," I say, clipped. "I'm not leaving you here. I can't just go and leave you alone in this. We stick together, Tanya."

Instead of answering, she crawls into my lap and hugs me close. Her tears wet my shoulder as I hold her to me, trying to alleviate her quiet sobs.

We stay this way until Tanya falls asleep and I carefully extract myself from her hold. I lay her down and cover her with the blanket, making my way from the bed we shared. I need the quiet anyways, I need to think.

I grab a beer from the fridge and my smokes before heading out on the fire escape. I light a cigarette and open up my beer, taking a swig.

Last night was something else. Jasper is quite the mystery, one that I simply can't figure out. He kept on sending me mixed signals the whole night and even this morning. One second he wants something, and the next he doesn't. After I got in the car, he was a nervous wreck and then when we had sex he was so dominant.

I don't get it.

Nonetheless, I never got the gay guys who pretended to be straight anyways, and that's what Jasper is. The loft was probably just somewhere he takes dates to or has parties, that weren't allowed to go where he lived. But if it is his home, then why would he take me, a hooker, there?

There has got to be a girlfriend, and if so, why won't he tell her he's gay?

Why do you care? The more they hide, the better business is for you.

Even saying that in my mind makes me cringe. If anyone would've asked me five years ago what I would've seen myself doing at twenty, my answer would have been college. Never in my life could I have imagined this existence. Never could I have imagined taking a cock inside of me, night after night or sucking some random dick for money.

By the time my tears start flowing, the beer is gone and the cigarette is out. I light up another one while drying my eyes with the back of my hand.

I hate it all. The men. Their breath on my neck. Their sweaty palm on my shoulder holding me still while they fuck me. I'm repulsed by it all, I hate me.

Maybe if I was different…No!

I am who I was meant to be. Sure, maybe I got the wrong parents, but it's too late to change any of it now. I'm not gonna let one night with a confused guy cause me to question myself. There is a purpose to all of this. Tanya and I are gonna get out and have a life outside of this.

Suddenly, her suggestion about school doesn't sound too bad, but I'm not saying yes until we move. Heading back inside, I take a seat at the table and pick up today's newspaper. I notice the circled ads for places to rent and I quickly cipher through Tanya's picks.

I grab our old laptop after a while and boot it up. It takes a while, but once it gets going I start to surf the web, looking for schools.

Even as I look through everything, I can't take my mind off of Jasper. A part of me hopes I will never see him again and another small part of me–that part I'd buried after Seth broke my heart–wishes that I could see him again.

I finally shake the thought when I hear Tanya wake up and head into the shower. While she gets ready I mark the things I've found on the web, wanting to check some places out later.

After Tanya is dressed she kisses me goodbye and leaves for the night, I decide to take a shower. I'm staying in tonight, hoping that it'll help to release the rest of the tension from my interaction with and thoughts of Jasper, and also it gives me a night of relaxation that I haven't had in a while.

However, tomorrow it's back to work. I've gotta raise money for school.

It's time to leave all of this behind.


Do you think Edward will succeed? What is that feeling creeping up on him?

Let me know what you think.

Next up: We'll hear from Jasper and see what he thinks about things. One thing though, it's good to have someone on his side. ;)

See ya next chap!