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  Want

  by

  Joy Rose

  What It Be

  I tossed my well used and loved cell phone down on the neatly made hotel room bed. It was eleven at night and the guy who wanted to fuck me, a hot, sexy, Latin number was preparing for just that in the nearby adjoining bath. Sitting on the edge of the bed I quietly took off my soft Italian leather boots, then sat up taking off my black leather jacket as well. I wasn’t horny, far from it, but I knew that whatever his name was he could make me come just as easily as any other man. It was all in a day’s work, wine and dine them, then come on demand when the time came. My role in life for the past year and a half as a high class, highly paid male escort. A way for me to afford my small Manhattan apartment, and pay bills.

  Brooding to myself I watched as my handsome lover slowly came out of the bathroom, he was wearing just the hotel robe and nothing else. It laid open revealing a darkly tanned, muscled chest with a smattering of dark curly hair. His equally dark penis was hard and lying at an almost impossible angle with the tip of it touching the six packs of his toned stomach. I swallowed hard, he turned me on instantly—no waiting to get it up for me tonight. Quickly I unbuttoned my black button-down shirt, eager to get my hands and maybe my mouth on his cock. Armand, that was his name, however had other ideas, his stormy grey eyes looked me over, undressing me before he pushed me gently backwards onto the king-sized bed. Straddling me on both sides with his powerfully long legs, he silently undid my belt, button and zipper of my tastefully snug black denim jeans.

  “How old are you Jace?”

  I looked at him trying to gauge why the interest suddenly, he wasn’t a cop I was sure of it—he came highly recommended by Ethan who had Armand a few times himself. Ethan and I shared partnership, and owned, managed and operated Love Times Inc., a highly profitable and extremely classy escort service. The kind that took out discreet ads in the New York City Times, for the discernible individual.

  “I’m twenty-three Armand, Ethan told you right?”

  Armand flashed a pearly white smile at me, his dark handsome features lit up.

  “Of course, he did, you just seem younger to me.”

  I smiled up at him drawing him closer to me for a kiss, I wanted to kiss him senseless. Let him know that despite my appearance I was well versed in the art of seduction, and I knew what I was doing. Knew too well actually. The kiss had its desired effect, the unease Armand once felt for me disappeared and I was soon naked patching a trail of hot, scorching kisses down his heaving with arousal chest and their destination. I dragged his hard, glistening with pre-come cock into my mouth, sucking it down in one complete swoop.

  Armand threw back his head and moaned, his breathing escalating—becoming faster and faster. He sat up on his arms watching me as I was watching him, my cock sucking ability arousing him further. Reaching towards me he brushed wayward strands of my long blonde hair away from my face before grasping a hold of it forcing my mouth off his glorious cock and onto his generously beautiful lips instead.

  He wanted to fuck me, I know. I was wasting time with “semantics” as Ethan would say. After kissing him senseless once again, I reached into the nearby bedside drawer locating my stashed bottle of lube and the ever-present array of condoms. Before I could get the condom on him however, Armand was on top of me, he had my hands pinned up over my head. The first rush of fear was always the worst, this was not as I had planned my evening to go. I thought Armand would be different, Ethan had said so otherwise. Why was I so gullible? So, trusting? So, fucking damn naive? Squeezing my eyes shut I whispered a silent prayer to myself before screaming into my pillow as Armand forcefully entered me.

  The morning sun shining through my kitchen window was what awakened me the following day. After Armand I had jumped in a cab and headed home, Ethan had someone else for me, but I begged off. What had transpired between Armand and I was more than enough for one evening, even after he apologized for being so rough. I accepted his apology as always, allowing him to shower me with kisses and promises to meet again—even though I knew there was no way in hell I would ever agree to meet with him again. Ethan would add him to my ever-growing list of undesirable clients I no longer wished to meet with for not even a cup of coffee. I tried hard not to make a big production about the rough sex, tried not to talk too much about it with Ethan as this would destroy him, make him question everything about the business he chose to run with my help and expertise. We both saw a business opportunity in the escort business and ran with it, both eager to pay off exorbitant student loans and debt, we knew the escort business was highly lucrative and equally successful. Most of our college friends who had graduated a couple years prior as us were still pounding the pavement looking for a reasonable job offer and moving back in with their parents. Ethan and I were the complete opposite, extremely up and coming, however refusing to flaunt it too much.

  I sat up on my sofa still dressed in the black shirt and jeans from last night minus the boots and jacket. My cell phone was on the carpeted floor beside the sofa, picking it up I unlocked it and looked over my messages and texts. I found the usual few texts from Ethan asking me if I was alright. When I disappeared from his radar after one client he knew it was usually bad. I rubbed my face with my hand glancing at the decorative wall clock hanging on the wall in the dining area, it was noon already. Ethan would be here any minute to check on me, make sure I was okay and still in the game with him. He would also bring me my pay for the night, Love Time Inc. escorts were paid prior to anything happening, also in case something went wrong as was always the case with me. Ethan blamed it on my hair, it almost made me appear feminine, androgynous to some clients. That and my mesmerizing green eyes made me beautiful, too beautiful. Easy to manipulate and take advantage of according to him.

  Standing up I decided to shower off last nights fear and disappointment before Ethan arrived with coffee and donuts. Trying to sugar me up and appease me for the next round, honestly, I did not know how long I could keep this up. Stepping into the hot, invigorating shower I scrubbed briskly, thoroughly, blinking back tears as I did so, praying that Ethan would not hear my sobs when he entered my apartment using his key.

  “Oh baby, are you okay? Come here.”

  He had heard and then some as he was standing in my bedroom when I walked out of the en suite bath. Wordlessly I fell into Ethan’s arms crying even harder, sad and angry at myself because I knew I would go out that very night and do it all over again. Ethan comforted me, his comfort sometimes leading to other things but not today. He kissed me softly on the lips before pulling back and examining me.

  “Armand is out. I am tired of these guys that like to take advantage of you and some of our other escorts, there is always one a week seems like. Two nights ago, some newbie attacked Cody. He’s okay though, I gave him a few nights off to recuperate, but Cody is tougher than you.”

  I sighed as I dried my eyes with the back of my hands, putting on a pair of sweat pants and a t shirt. Diamond my fuzzy Himalayan cat—the one expensive thing, in her case “lady” I owned, decided to come out from wherever she had been hiding all morning.

  “You hellion! Don’t you even have the decency to comfort your master whenever he needs it?!”

  I laughed at Ethan, he and Diamond shared a love/hate kind of relationship. However, she could care less as she rubbed herself up against my leg first and then Ethan’s. These two made me feel better already with their antics. Ethan followed me into the kitchen where he had placed the pink bakery box of Valencia donuts, and two large coffees. Picking up my cup of coffee I sipped it immediately needing the caffeine jolt, then I grabbed one of the sugary essences which is Valencia Bakery, taking a bite of chocolate glazed delight moaning to myself as I did so. Just that one bite sent the whole world back to r
ight it seemed, Ethan joined me leaning next to me against the kitchen counter. He was a stark contrast next to me in his tight jeans, complete with a form fitting V-necked black t shirt and unlaced boots—fuck me who cares kind of boots.

  “You have tonight off plus the next couple of nights. I can still pay you but just the flat rate with no bells or whistles. And I brought my stuff with me, I’ll work from here for the next few nights.”

  Ethan knew me all too well, comfort was what I needed thus the coffee and sugary, delectable treats.

  “Jace, if you would cut your hair, make yourself more boyish I am sure no one would mess with you as much. I could take you to Anthony my stylist, he could fix you up.”

  I sighed taking a much-needed gulp from my coffee cup. Ethan’s answer to everything made sense, but I was not going to back down and offer up my soul just for a few locks of hair. The one thing I still had that made me me.

  “No thanks Ethan I will be okay. Maybe one day but not right now.”

  Ethan held up his hands in defeat before enveloping me into one of his infamously warm, toasty hugs. I clung to him for a bit feeling the tough hardness that was Ethan, he was making up to me further and this is when things tended to get tricky between us. Hesitantly I moved out of his arms and made a show at putting the dishes away from yesterday—an easy feat as there was only my one lonely bowl and coffee cup. Ethan watched me quietly smiling, giving me some much-needed space.

  “Well, I am going to set up my laptop and get the schedule for the day squared away.”

  I nodded at him back to drinking my quickly dwindling cup of coffee, unsure of what to do with the rest of my day and following days off. Then I remembered the steadily growing pile of dirty laundry fermenting in the laundry hamper located in my bedroom. I joined Ethan in the living room where he was setting up his workstation for tonight.

  “I think I am going to go downstairs and do some laundry, wanna come?”

  Ethan barely looked up from where he was busy connecting his laptop to my modem.

  “Maybe later, need to call a few of the guys for some extra work tonight. Somebody needs to take your place.”

  I nodded, “Okay boss, be back in a few.”

  The laundry room which is located on the basement level of the ten story, pre-war building was quiet save for one washer machine sloshing softly. I sorted my laundry placing colors and darks in one machine, and lights and whites in another. After adding the desired amount of detergent and fabric softener I sat down on one of the few chairs, pulled out my cell phone and prepared to wait. Ethan who apparently wasn’t as busy as he claimed, sent me a series of several text messages, most of them pertaining to Armand whom he had contacted and politely informed not to use his service again.

  Ethan: “Armand won’t be bothering you ever again baby, his contract with us has been dissolved. Cody has complained about him a few times too often as well so it’s time.”

  Me: “Okay Ethan, thanks man I love you.”

  Ethan: “I love you too baby. Are you almost done down there I’m starved. A pizza with everything from Ray’s would be good right now.”

  Me: “My clothes are in the dryer now, it looks like it will be another fifteen minutes for both dryers. Order the pizza now and I should be up there shortly, remember no mushrooms!”

  Ethan: “I won’t forget! What do you take me for?!”

  There goes the pizza. I laughed to myself, Ethan always managed to piss me off with the mushrooms. Ray’s tended to overdo it on the toppings which was fine with me, however picking out mushrooms was not. After wrapping up my texting with Ethan I glanced up at the dryers noting the ten or so minutes remaining on both before returning to my phone. The door to the laundry room squeaked open, it barely registered with me as once I am into my phone I am into my phone. A nearby bomb detonating would be one of the few ways of getting me off my phone, however…

  I smelled him before I even saw him, he smelled delectable. The smell alone, a combination of something crisp and masculine and his sweat, as if he had been working out or something assailed my senses. I became aroused, my fingers on my phone losing their focus as I. Dare I look up? The smell was familiar, I had encountered it on the elevator a few nights back, my head buried in my phone as usual. Before I could look up to see who smelled so good his floor had come up and he was gone. A guy giving off so much pheromones has got to be gay, or at least bi if I could smell it and become so aroused. I dared look up. Adonis in the flesh stood before me in front of the last two dryers, cantankerous older models that required a wing and a prayer plus five dollars in quarters to thoroughly dry anything.

  “Those are expensive, I had to spend more than five dollars in quarters once. You could wait and take one of mine, they have five minutes remaining.”

  Adonis turned his heavily lashed, sky blue eyes towards me, there was a hint of a smile and something else. I swallowed hard shifting in my seat and he gave me an actual smile before sitting down next to me.

  “I think I will take you up on that offer. I can’t really afford the dryer as it is, this city is too expensive.”

  I smiled back at him, a conversationalist he was, very rare sometimes in New York City where people barely gave you a glance. He was not from around here, it was apparent in the accent, British and crisp like his scent. He held out his right hand to me, he wanted to shake, so proper.

  “Damien Prescott, apartment 4K, recently moved in.”

  I took his hand and shook it, “Jace, apartment 6D. What part of England are you from?”

  “Bath which is on the outskirts of London. Here on business sort of, I am responsible for restructuring a company from the ground up, making them more cost efficient and economically sound.”

  I nodded taking him all in, his mesmerizing gaze as he spoke was all over me and still held that smile and something else—a promise almost of things to come. He was not dressed sloppily as I was for laundry day, far from it. Damien had on jeans and a button-down white shirt which was neatly untucked with the sleeves nicely rolled up. He looked like he was about to jet off to the Hamptons for the weekend, the only item he had on that gave away the fact that he was relaxing at home was the dark brown leather, open toed comfortably worn Birkenstocks he wore.

  “Sounds like you have your hands full.”

  I was not a conversationalist, I spoke only when I had to and that was all. Ethan often complained about this when it came to the business, wanting me to interact more socially with the clients, it that was at all possible. Speaking of Ethan, my phone vibrated in my hand.

  Ethan: “The pizza is here!”

  The dryers buzzed completing their cycles, and Damien who had turned himself around in the chair to face me seemed to be hanging on to my every word. He watched me expectantly as I tucked my phone into the pocket of my sweats and got up to remove my clothing from the dryers.

  “Yes, my hands are full, but I enjoy it. Thanks for the information regarding the dryers Jace, is Jace short for something?”

  I turned to him, my dry, warm, good smelling laundry all pushed down into the tall laundry basket. He was standing in front of the chair, waiting patiently his slightly wavy dark hair almost concealing one sky blue eye.

  “It’s short for Jason, Jason Stephens. Nice meeting you Damien, and your welcome.”

  Grabbing my basket, I hurried out.

  Ethan was diving into a slice of pizza when I unlocked my apartment door and entered my living room. His things were everywhere, and he looked at home as usual. I loved him here, he was so comforting, so always there. My best friend in all the world with occasional lover thrown in—usually when we were bored or exceptionally needy. Running from broken, abusive homes it was no wonder we bonded so strongly as we did.

  “Hey stranger! Pizza is in the kitchen, I remembered no mushrooms so don’t get on me if they are on there.”

  I sighed carrying my basket into the bedroom and dumping the contents onto the neatly made bed. I don’t know why I had to escape
Damien as I did, but I did and now as a direct result I had to deal with clean, wrinkled laundry. I hated that.

  “So how was your laundry experience? Meet any cute guys?”

  Ethan plopped down on the edge of my queen-sized bed grabbing a t shirt and folding it neatly.

  “I did, Damien Prescott apartment 4K. He’s British, very proper—or so he seems, could be a front.”

  Ethan looked up at me quizzically still folding away. Clean, unfolded laundry was his therapy.

  “What do you mean by front? Listen baby, every man you potentially meet are not going to rape you or beat you within an inch of your life. Stop over thinking things, its harmful and self-destructive.”

  The psychology minor in action, it helps him read people a lot better than I ever could.

  “I know I’m not supposed to think like that, and I actually hear myself consciously saying stop but its hard. It’s happened for too long, long before becoming an escort even.”

  “It’s your coping mechanism, I understand, really I do. Maybe this Damien guy…maybe he’s a way for you to get over this once and for all.”

  I laughed, Ethan was so optimistic, so positive. What other abuse survivors would take college psychology? If I knew any better, I would deduce that he used this knowledge as his own personal coping mechanism.

  “You could very well be right Ethan, but I am not going to pursue him in anyway. He can come to me, he knows where to find me after all I gave him my real name and apartment number. He gave me his.”

  “That’s the spirit! A little crazy as we do live in New York City, and you never know what weirdos you will come across.”

  I slapped him in the head, Ethan fell over laughing. I tackled him as he laughed absurdly, kissing him with all my might

  “God, I love you.”

  Ethan looked at me smiling, the flecks of gold in his brown eyes swirling with desire.

  “I love you too and more. Let’s play for a bit?”