Author's Notes: So, I have finally graduated. And I am super excited because it means that the last four years have actually meant something. Soon I will be taking the boards to become an RN. So wish me luck.

This first dictated chapter of the Finch Technique. I really hope that in the future I will be able to produce even more chapters very quickly. Because now I can do lots and lots of chapters very quickly. Hopefully I will to do lots and lots of writing using my Mac dictation. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

I am going to try to make this a 10-15 chapter story. I have no idea if I will get there, but we will see. Also I have rewritten chapter 1 if you want to read it I suggest you go back and read it. If you want to please leave comments, favorite and subscribe. Since I will be continuing this I am looking for a Beta. So if you are interested please PM me.

Summary: Brian since high school has had odd jobs. But no one knew of the one job he has had for the last ten years and now after being out of the business for six months his past is about to haunt him. Brian was a male escort and he was one of the best. AU after 1x17.

The Finch Technique: Brian's Weird Work History by 3sth3r

Disclaimer: I don't own Limitless.

Chapter Two

Previously

"Hello, Brian." Her voice was tough, and sounded like sandpaper in his ears. The years of smoking was catching up with her. "I see that you're doing well." She was his boss for the last ten years, his agent and finally but most importantly his pimp, although he would never see it that way.

"What do you want?" he replied slightly buzzed from the beer in his hand.

"I'm retiring and I figured that would want first shot at my empire. Are you in?" Brian didn't know what to say. Maybe getting away would help him. He was never good at conflict. He looked around his apartment in silence. With the way things went today chance were he would never get the freedom he had before. So Brain made his decision. Within an hour he had everything he needed in a duffel bag and left for a brand new life.

Now

The first time he slept with a man was three weeks after signing his contract. The man was a trade broker who job was to sell, sell, sell. According to Mrs. X his new client like inexperience and young, and Brain fit the bill. Mrs. X thought it was best to let him learn with another of her boys, an older escort name "Kyle" or so he said (there is a common idea in the industry to never gave for real name for safety reasons). From "Kyle" he learned the basic mechanics of what to expect, and that prepping was needed before meeting the client. He even went over what to do after. This would be his first male client, unlike woman, he had no experience.

At the time Brain had only three "encounters" with other clients all women. He remembered being nervous when he walked by the hotel counter in the lobby. He could feel the butterflies fluttering in his stomach, the sweat collecting on his forehead. Brain remembers how sweat seemed to empty out of his hands. But he was surprised in the end. The trade broker was kind and gentle with him, taking his first time with a man better than Brain thought possible.

But now Brain was sitting in a car and his butterflies in his stomach came back in a whirlwind. He was twenty-six not sixteen anymore. Between his time as an escort and working for the CJC, he had done and seen things that would make the average person cringe. But Brain always looked on the bright side.

He sat in front grand mason, with the engine still running. He was told by Ms. X that this was the first spot to require her empire. One last client. He was the client that could make escorting a very legal and lucrative business. Which means soon-to-his empire could become immense. Brain slow cut the engine and got out of the car. He took a breath and cleared his head for the person his client wanted him to be.

…

He knocked on the door twice by protocol. Brain was greeted by blue eyes, and Senator Morra. "Hello, Brain." He said, as he opened the door wide. Brain followed after him. "I am surprised to find you here."

Morra lead Brian through the house pass the wall of windows that over looked a large lake and nearby forest, the living room with the last and great technology, and the kitchen wrapped in stainless steel and espresso color cabinets. They sat in the bar off the kitchen. Morra sat at the edge of bar.

"Drink?" He motioned towards the bar.

Brain shook his head. "I don't drink on the job." Brain paused, "You are a client, right?" Brian was not completely sure, of Morra's intentions. He was a Senator for God sakes. He didn't need prostitution scandal.

"I've been thinking about your former Madam's proposition." The senator paused and set his bourbon drink on the bar. At this point Brian didn't know what to think. The guy in front of them had his whole life set out. The guy was in NZT. He could rule world by becoming President of United States.

"And?" Brian asked. He set his glass of water on the next to the bourbon. He hoped it wasn't too obvious that he was nervous.

"In order for me to become an investor. I need proof that my investment we'll be in good hands." Morra stepped closer to Brian. "I read your file. The file that keeps everyone that is ever worked for her. They're quite detailed, I must say. For minutes I thought she was on NZT. But then I realized she was just very organized, and quite obsessed with keeping order."

Brian took a breath. He had seen this coming. Morra was always prepared. Brian braced for the worse. "So, what do you want?"

"Simple, I want to better understand the business. If I am to endorse in Senate, then I will need a better understanding of exactly what happens what an escort meets at a client." Brian released a breath he didn't know had.

Brian looked over Morra, and took a step closer. He leaned over and took the bourbon filled glass from the bar. He smiled at the senator. "I can show you the ropes."

…

The day grew into evening and evening turned into night. It was close to midnight when Brian left the property. He wanted his own bed, in his own apartment, sleeping in his own sheets. Currently he was still with Ms. X at her apartment. She had assured him that as soon as the transfer of owner ship was done, and he understood what it took to run the business she would leave it all to him.

The Senator wasn't kidding when he wanted to understand the business. At first Brain and Mora talked about the business itself the ins and outs as it were. The reason behind obscure and weird rules that governed the escorting world. Why safety was key not matter what. And how the sectional process when hiring new possible new escort was so selective. It wasn't very hard to understand why selecting certain people was key in this business.

"So, who rides who?" he asked. They were done with dinner and were, now eating dessert. Earlier, Brain had been eating lunch with the senator, however, weirdly enough it first he was terrified of Mora. Between the secrets and the lie, being a mole in the CJC, the pressure was building and soon it become too much. He was happy when he left the CJC. He was happy to no longer be under the influence, no longer under Mora's thumb. But it also seemed to find a way back under his thumb.

"That depends." Brain replied.

"On?"

"On them." Brain had been crystal clear in the beginning. He would give him information on the business; how it was run, who ran what, and how not to cause offence to others in the business. But he would not tell them anything personal. What was between him and his client was confidential. "It all depends on the client, it's whatever they want, whatever they fantasize about."

Morra was more than interested in the business. And from what he had understand based on the Senator's questions, it stood to reason that he wanted to make the business legal in a sense. Or about as legal as you can get it in America, would seem to entail even the most conservative parts.

They had fucked. He never planned on it. But it happened. One moment they were talking about business, in the next they're kissing on his couch, hands moving under layers of clothes, and soon touching heated skin. The first time was slow and unhurried.

They screwed a half dozen times. And now he was sore. He was bone tried, as he slowly walked back to his car. He always made sure to prep before meeting a client even if it was just for an outing. It seemed that his prep was not in vain.

Brain sat in his car and sighed. God his wanted to go home. He wasn't really looking forward facing Ms. X smelling like the Senator Morra and looking thoroughly fucked.

To be continued…