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Sorry that it took a little bit longer with updating this chapter, but you probably are used to it by now -considerng that I need months to update my other fanfics :P- and I'll be at an internship during summer holidays so you may have to be patient with me then as well!

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Trent flopped down on the couch next to Sebastian and growled. They had 5 minutes left before Warblers rehearsal on a stormy day at the end of October, only a few days before Halloween.

"Having a bad day, Nixon?" Seb asked as he pushed some buttons on his phone before sliding it into his blazers' pocket.

Trent closed his eyes and pinched the back of his nose. "You have no idea. Nick is making me go insane. In the past few years with been forced together that never happened before. But now that he is this new thoughtful and hypnotized boy that walks through the hallways without paying attention and only talks about this Ivan I want to grab him at his beautiful dark hair and push his head into the toilet."

Seb chuckled. Trent was known as the one that no one could bring out of his calm and friendly state, so seeing him this upset meant that Nick must have really gotten onto his nerves lately.

"The worst thing is waking up because of him moaning all the time and talking about how perfect Ivan's ass is in his dreams."

"He's in love!" Sebastian laughed now but Trent shook his head.

"How can Nick be in love with someone he doesn't even know the real name of? That's impossible Seb!" he claimed. "He may fancy the man but he can't love him. It's impossible to love someone that you barely know."

Nick entered the room and he shut up, but before that he looked at Sebastian with pleading eyes: "Please help me Seb! If this doesn't stop soon I will go insane, his grades will get worse and I just really want my old Nicky back."

Trent just meant it as a joke and therefore was totally taken aback when Seb sent him a serious look and muttered under his breath: "Don't worry, I think I have a plan!" before Nick sat down next to them, starting to talk about how he can't even remember one word of the Spanish lesson he just came from.

"Can you now tell me what we are doing here?" Trent asked. He stayed close to Sebastian as they walked through the streets of Lima, his voice giving away that he didn't like this place at all, just like the first time that they came here to the strip club.

It was bedraggled and dirty and on nearly every corner stood scary looking people that eyed them suspiciously. Trent didn't even want to know how many drug- dealers they had already passed.

"We are keeping you sane!" Seb stated for what had to be 10th time by now as he confidently walked down the street, the exact opposite of Trent.

"I don't know if you're succeeding in your mission when you are taking me here!" the smaller boy murmured and eluded out of the way of a woman with muscles that looked like stones and skulls tattooed on both sides with names written under them. Trent shivered. Who knows, that were probably the names of the people she had killed and hidden somewhere in the cellar or attic of those fucked- up buildings. He felt relieved when he could see the by now familiar sign of the strip club.

They went into a really small blind alley and Seb knocked at the back door of the club. A bulky man opened and he didn't look friendly- at all.

Trent backed away a step and watched Sebastian. The boy stood there, shoulders high and chin lifted up. "My name's Sebastian Smythe and I'd like to see my uncle- his name is Jack, you may know him. He owns this club!" His voice showed of an authority that he had never heard before.

The man in front of him looked puzzled but then opened up the door a little wider. "Follow me!" he huffed and Seb did as he was told immediately while Trent stood there a little unsure but quickly followed his friend as well. He really didn't want to be on his own in this part of Lima.

They were led down a grey hallway which Trent guessed was the private part of the club. On the doors to his left and right were names of people written on it and he could spot 'Ivan' as well. This must have probably been his dressing room or something.

They stopped before a door that said 'Office' and entered it.

The walls were full of shelves that held at least a hundred of different folders and there was a desk in the middle of the room with a man in his mid- thirties. Different papers were scattered in front of him and he looked through them frantically when they entered.

"This guy said you know him, Jack!" the muscleman said in his deep voice and the man that apparently had to be Sebastian's uncle looked up and smiled.

"Seb, it's nice to see you!" With that he nodded to the guy that let them in to show him that he could leave now and the door was closed behind the two boys.

When Trent had thought of Sebastian's uncle before, he didn't know how to picture him. In his head he was probably as cocky as Seb but on the other hand he was the owner of a strip club so he pictured him fat, with a beard like those procurers in most of the Hollywood movies.

Now that he saw a friendly looking, brown-haired man in a striped shirt and black jeans that looked trustable he was more than surprised.

"My beloved nephew, how are you doing?" He stood up from his desk and gave Sebastian a hug as well as shaking Trent's hand and offering both of them to sit down on a comfortably looking leather couch in one corner of the room.

He asked if they wanted to drink something and poured himself a cup of coffee. After he had positioned himself vis-á-vis the boys, Seb and him started to have some small talk.

The topics changed from the horrible autumn weather over family and how his school was going so far. Trent looked stunned at both of them. He'd never met his own uncles or aunts in his life, so for him it was quite strange to see them interacting with each other this close.

"I guess your visit has another purpose than just seeing your old uncle!" Jack laughed and leaned back in his chair. "What can I do for you my favorite nephew?"

"We need to talk to one of your strippers please! His name is Ivan!"

Jeff's POV

Jeff ran his hands through his hair in a mixture of frustration and confusion, his eyes fixed onto the paper lying on his bed in front of him with the phone number on it and he couldn't help but think that this was just a bad joke or even a weird dream.

When he got called to Jack in the afternoon he didn't think it had a certain reason. Maybe he just had to change his workdays with some other stripper or Jack wanted to talk with him about a new idea for a show which he so often had. The more surprised he was when next to his boss two teenage boys were sitting in the room.

By now Jeff knew the number by heart. Sebastian Smythe was written under it in a neat hand-writing.

"Jeff, are you at home?" Tanner's voice echoed through the small apartment as he came home from his early shift work at a bakery.

"I am in my room." The blonds' voice sounded exhausted and tired. His door was opened and as soon as Tanner saw him sitting on the bed like this, he knew that something was wrong. Jeff never sat on the bed if he wasn't asleep or something really bothered him.

He was at his friends' side immediately and pulled him into a hug. "What happened?"

"Something really weird." Jeff muttered and starred at the sheet of paper intensely.

Tanner pulled at Jeff's upper body to get the boy out of bed. "Come on, we'll make you some pancakes now and then you will tell me what happened, alright?"

Jeff nodded. He didn't want to put up a fight against his friend right now because his mind was way too busy comprehending the offer the two boys made him and also he was hungry as a wolf- pancakes sounded exactly like what he needed right now, especially if it were Tanners' because he definitely made the best!

After Jeff had eaten and Tanner told him about this weird customer he has had today- he worked at a bakery to help out their financial situation- he finally wanted to know what happened to Jeff and whose number was lying on his bed. As soon as he asked for the number Jeff said it to himself in his head, just to make sure that he still remembered it- in case he might need it anytime.

"Do you remember this kid I used to dance for one month ago?" he started off and Tanner nodded while washing the dishes.

"It seems like that guy became quite obsessed with me during the last weeks and apparently when he fancies someone it can be annoying. So those two guys that are friends of him, one of them was Sebastian, came to see me today. I was called to the club by Jack and they told me about him and that they would offer me 500 $ a month to be with him." Jeff's voice trailed off at the end. He didn't know what to think about this all.

"They would pay you to date him? You mean they'd pay you to have sex with him, right?" Tanner looked as puzzled as Jeff and the plate he was just washing dropped into the sink. The loud noise made both of them flinch and Jeff nodded.

"What did you say then?"

"I told them that I'll think about it."

"You can't be serious! Jeff that is prostitution! Of course you'll say no!" Tanner became furious; his face got the same dark red color as his hair and his cat-like green eyes showed pure anger.

Jeff lifted his feet on the kitchen bench and hugged them close to his body. "I don't know. It's a lot of money Tanner, money that we could need!"

"But not if we'll get it this way! I won't let that happen!"

Jeff rolled his eyes. "I really appreciate your concern but I think this is not your decision to make."

Tanner turned off the sink and faced the blond. "Jeff. When I first met you on the street years ago and took care of you, I promised myself to let nothing happen to you- that includes prostitution! And I will stay to what I've sworn to myself and that means that you won't accept that offer!" His fist met the table and Jeff flinched. He had seen Tanner angry a few times before, but it was never against him.

He watched as his friend stormed out of the kitchen and heard him leave the little apartment.

"What the fuck? I am 24, it's not like I need someone that tells me what to do and what not to do!" Jeff felt furious. Tanner's sudden outburst made him really upset- and that's the reason he got his mobile phone and dialed Sebastian's number.

"Hello?" he heard the boy answer and laughter in the background.

"It's me…" Jeff hesitated for a second. "Ivan. I call because of your offer!"

TBC soon.