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Son for Hire: Part 10
🕑 Added 2021-11-17 15:09:00 +0000 UTCThree days pass with no word from Diane. I had been warned about this when she pulled me into the life. Whores like me, clean cut and passably cute, had a very niche clientele. If I was stripper level studly, a bad boy, a femboy, or packing a monster cock with legendary bedroom skills the demand would be higher. And, of course, if I was willing to go gay I could be working almost nightly. As it was, I simply had to wait for the right kind of customer to come along. I’d only gotten that first gig because of a shortage after all, a shortage that the well-connected Diane had nearly topped up already.
With each passing day I was coming around to realize just how true Kiki’s words had been. I had just been a boy toy to Evelyn. All that sweet talk was just that, sweet and empty. It hurt. I really thought we’d made a connection there. All I could think about was her but it was clear that she wasn’t thinking about me. If our roles were reversed there was NO WAY I wouldn’t have summoned her for another visit. But her silence spoke volumes. I had fulfilled whatever weird needs she had for awhile and I wouldn’t hear from her again until her fetish had to be fed once more.
Ah well, it was a nice fantasy while it lasted. Besides, today was going to be a good day. It was Saturday and Kiki was going to take me to the clothes store and get me a new outfit that wouldn’t make me stand out so badly out in those exclusive neighborhoods. This would be fun! We always had a good time together even if it was just shopping. Five o’clock sharp, just as we agreed, I rap on her bedroom door.
“Rise and shine sleepyhead.” I call. “Time to go shopping.”
I crack the door and cautiously peek in, ready to dart back if she was indecent. The room was dark and suffocatingly stuffy. She had a space heater on despite the fact it wasn’t cold in the apartment. Somewhere on the bed among the piles of crumpled blankets and pillows and stuffed animals was my sister.
“Come on you…” My voice dies as the light from the opening door falls across her cluttered night stand…and I see the spoon and syringe. “No.” I whisper as my heart breaks.
Hurrying to her bed I scramble to find my sister. I let out a gasp of relief when I hear the slow steady sound of her breathing. Oh thank God! I pull the sheet away from her face and she furrows her eyebrows and clamps her lids tight. “Mmmmm!” She protests drowsily.
“Kiki.” I whisper as I pet the hair from her face. “Kiki, you said no more needles. You promised.”
“Mmm?” In a haze she blinks her eyes open and looks up at me. “Ohhh, hey baby brother.” Her voice is weak and tired. With a limp hand she strokes my cheek with her fingers. “Love youuu.”
“Kiki.” I sigh, deeply disappointed in her. “We were going to go shopping, remember?”
“Were we?” Her eyelids droop shut. “I forgot. I’m sorryyy.”
I forgot. How many times had Mom said that to us over the years?
“God damn it Kiki. God damn you.”
“Hey, heyyy…I’m sorry.” She slurs. “How…how about another time? Mmm? I promise.”
“Oh Kiki.”
“I promise…I promissssse…” She drifts off back into a drug induced stupor.
I tuck her back in and kiss her forehead then hide her drugs as best I can so she didn’t take anymore in this state. I stand and look down on her sweet peaceful face framed by her curly hair. She was walking the same path as our mother, I could see it but I didn’t know what to do about it. Solutions cost money, money that I certainly didn’t have. I leave the room and quietly close the door behind me.
I was disappointed, I was really looking forward to our shopping trip, but I was used to disappointment. I look around the apartment…I certainly didn’t want to stick around here for the rest of the day. I could go chill with a friend but…I felt restless. I didn’t want to just chill. I wanted to DO something. I glance back to Kiki’s door. There was no way she’d be working tonight in that state. The groceries I had bought had run out this morning. With Kiki down maybe I could take care of things, for once I could provide for us. I give Diane a call.
“Danny?”
“Donny.”
“Whatever. What’s up?”
“Um…I was hoping you might have some work for me.” I swallow. “I…uh…I thought…maybe you had something. I haven’t heard from you.”
“A boy that wants to work. I like your spirit Danny.” She says. “You willing to suck a cock yet?”
An image of Evelyn’s big lady dick flashes through my mind before I shake it out. That was not the cock she was talking about. “No, not yet.”
“Yet?” Her interest is piqued. “I like the sound of that!” There is a pause. “What the hell, I appreciate your initiative. Yeah, I’m sending some boys over to a bachelorette party. The pay isn’t great but you keep all the tips. Do good and you could really rake it in.”
“A party?” I could feel my chest tighten at the thought of it. “Uh, I think I would be better one on one. I’m not sure party’s are really…”
“All you gotta do is follow along with what the other guys do. You’ll get the hang of it. Listen, you want to work tonight or don’t you?”
I close my eyes and think of Kiki and our barren cupboard, then let out a defeated sigh. “Yeah, I want to work.”
“Great! Go wait outside your building. Lamar will pick you up as soon as he can.”
“I…don’t really have much to wear.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that.” She laughs. “G-strings will be provided.”
***
It is just past two in the morning when I return home. I drop my coat on my shoes and make straight for the bathroom where I take a long hot shower to try and clean the filth from my soul. From there I head straight for bed where I hide my head under my pillow and try desperately not to cry as I wipe my mind from the terrible memories of the evening. But the hoots and whistles and leers and rough gropes and drunken laughs and degrading language would not be forgotten so easily. I had sold my dignity for a piddly sixty bucks. And not only had I barely gotten any tips, the other guys all said that they didn’t want to work with me anymore as I ‘brought the mood down’. I had bombed!
That night I lay awake, my eyes tracing along the cracks in the ceiling as I think.
I could try again at an honest job but that was easier said than done. Patchy experience, sketchy references, no education, I didn’t even own a proper tie for an interview. My history of sticky fingers certainly didn’t help either. I hadn’t stolen anything in nearly a year now but that sort of charge sticks with you in the eyes of potential employers. But I had to try. What choice did I have? I wasn’t cut out for the life of a prostitute. I couldn’t handle the demeaning work and I certainly couldn’t handle having my heart toyed with. I wasn’t tough like that, not like Mom and Kiki.
But…they had help. A pill, a powder, a needle. Something to take the edge off, something to cloud the memories, something to hold back the pain. Maybe, if I just took a little, maybe it could help me relax and numb my troubled mind enough to do the job. Just a little wouldn’t hurt. I knew the dangers well enough not to let myself get hooked on the junk. I’d be careful. If I could hold on just a little longer…maybe I could see her again. Just one more time.
I knew now that Eveyln’s concern about me was false, but for a son that not even his real mother could love false was better than none. I wanted so bad to return to that fantasy. Closing my eyes I see Mom’s beautiful hazel eyes come into view followed by her face and then her long scarlet hair. Next her luscious curvaceous body comes into view. “Mmmm.” Reaching down I start to stroke myself. What a body! Curves, tits, ass, and that huge cock. I had thought about her so much these past days that her extra organ didn’t even bother me anymore. It just made her more unique, more special, and more beautiful in my eyes. My Mom wasn’t like those boring vapid skanks at that party. My Mom was one of a kind. And she knew how to treat a boy too! All through the chaos and confusion of the bachelorette party I’d been struggling to keep it up, not so now. As I thought of Evelyn my dick was stiff in no time at all.
***
After a good wank I am able to get some shut-eye. It is almost noon before I finally roll out of bed. I find that, having slept all day yesterday, Kiki was already up and out. She leaves me a little note taped to door. “We’re going shopping. Soon! Count on it. Love you kid.”
I sigh as I tear it down. “Love you too Sis.” I crumple the note and toss in the trash.
I am tidying up when I hear my phone ring. Rummaging about in the closet I find my jacket where Kiki had hung it and fish out my phone to see that it was Diane.
“Shit.” I sigh. “Calling to fire my ass no doubt.” Just after noon on a Sunday, and after last night’s performance, what else could it be? Ah well, probably for the best. I answer. “Hello?”
“Where the fuck you been Danny!? I’ve been calling for over a fucking hour.”
“Uh, sleeping.” I mumble.
“Fucking sleeping beauty, isn’t that lovely.” She says sarcastically. “Keep your phone on you dumb ass!”
“It’s Sunday…”
“Whoopty fucking doo. Do you know what ‘on call’ means? You think you get weekends off? You think I get a day off? You work when there’s work, and right now there’s work. We’re coming to get you. Be there in fifteen.”
“Fifteen!? What!?” I croak. “I…I’m not ready.”
“Well get fucking ready sunshine.”
A trick? Now? I was barely awake. I hadn’t even showered yet. I had no clean clothes. And I still felt wretched and gross from my ordeal last night. In both body and mind I was not ready for this! My eyes flit to Kiki’s room. Did she find those drugs I hid? Maybe…just a little taste…might just perk me up and dumb me down enough to…
“Hello?” Diane interrupts my thoughts.
“I…uh…I don’t think I can.” I shake my head. “You’ll have to find someone else.”
“Oh no!” She barks. “It’s gotta be you and it’s gotta be now. She was quite insistent.”
“She was? Who…?”
“Who the fuck do you think?” Diane says. “Fuck you’re dim Danny. You’ve only had two jobs, do you honestly think it was one of the girls from the party? Ha!” She says. “After last night’s shit show you fucking owe me one. Now put on your big boy pants and…GET FUCKING READY!”
All thoughts of drugs and not being ready are wiped from my mind as I feel my spirit lift. “Yes Ma’am!”
