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THIS STORY CONTAINS SCENES AND TOPICS THAT MAY BE TRIGGERING (I.E brief (and non brief) accounts of rape/molestation, paedophilia, eating disorders, self harm, sex work)

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It's strange how we can forget where we are by focusing on something small. The slight creases of the sheets and how the light reflects off it distracts me enough to ignore the girl underneath me. Her moans hiccup to keep time with her short-of-breath gasps. Trying harder to look her in the eye (the pay is better that way) I try my echoing trick on her. Gasping the way that she does, copying it in a lower octave and touching her where she touches me.

Her back arches up to greet my sweaty chest with hers, slamming back to the bed only to crumble in the same way stale bread might. She lays panting and soaked against the once white sheets, straggly strands of hair plastering to her perspiring forehead. The way her muddy eye glistens has me frozen mid grab for my calculator, her expression tingling my insides. Like real lovers.

I shake my ragged coal hair in an attempt to rid myself of the thoughts. "You chose to pay for the hour and have extras so..." I calculate my services in my mind deciding to get straight to business. "twenty for kissing, fifty for licking, ten for biting, you broke the whip for an extra sixty, by the hour for two hundred, and having a little take out for eighty." I give her a slight wink at the word take out, being as flirtatious as possible even though my mind screams to hide, attack, get away. "You owe exactly four twenty."

Slipping under the bed she draws a gold purse, it's metal clips clanging as she bounces it and her breasts back to where I stand. "Four Twenty with a tip my dear sir." I fold the money into my jeans and shoo her out the door to prepare myself, physically and mentally, for my next client.

•••

The air is crisper than normal, burning my lungs as it leaves my rugged body while slicing my throat to enter it. The grass crunches under my boots, a layer of compacted frost blanketing the ground with a green-white moldy appearance. I wander aimlessly into the forgotten woods, twirling on the heel of my shoes at the few slick spots of ice I find.

I draw my coat closer to my body, refusing to use my 'gift' and instead attempting to trap in heat the human way. Thailand was never this unbearably cold. There were white sand beaches surrounded by jungle, a scene mimicking that of a safari children's book. The street carts filled with fruit, the monkeys clambering from tree to tree. It was beautiful, even if the memories weren't.

I'm forcefully brought out of my reverie when I notice that the brothel is already painfully in view, it's Coca-Cola sign worn from wind and old age. The windows are broken and bodily fluids are spread by rowdy clientele across the aging glass. I can see my window at the top since it's the only one with a coke stain bleaching it a muddy blackish brown.

Being the only male under Madam's employment I bring in both female and male business, something our competition doesn't have. It's the trick up our sleeve you could say, that nudge that puts us, her, above the rest.

There are, of course, policies that forbid male clients from doing certain things to me that their female counterparts can (and will) do. It mostly applies to rough housing and the likes with men generally being stronger and less sensitive to other's. However, observing me as I shower is a gender neutral favorite that everyone can enjoy.

Showering is the best part of the day in my opinion for I get to wash the filth and shame of my job away, focusing on the individual pellets of scalding water messaging my back. The rhythm of controlled rain drowns out the world and leaves me in my own hushed and reserved thoughts. Frowning at the one way glass, my hands guide the ripped cloth down my exposed self trying to be as sensual and sexual as possible. It's enough to make me want to dry-heave.

•••

I step into the once-abandoned Coca-Cola factory where my bare feet instantly hit lush golden carpets and my eyes wander in awe as they always have since my first day here. There are deep red satin curtains and rugs, black leather couches piled high with my co-workers, toys of all sizes stuffed into velvety cream containers while pictures of former madams hang on the wall.

The matching red columns towards the back are in desperate need of removal, whilst silver swivel chairs are scattered around in no particular pattern, and Madam's cat, Dorothy, violently whisks a ball of yarn twenty feet away.

My wandering eye finds the binder with our information hidden in its depths. It's where curious men and women find their guide to the dark, greeted by the children of night and lust.

My fingers linger over the binder but I keep my curiosity at bay for sanity's sake. My heel burns against the carpet as I try to spin in place, the tough skin doing nothing to protect me from the sting. Ignoring the ever growing pain in my feet I head down the hall to the washroom.

I greet the shower with a sort of high to me. It's always how I long it to be. Warm, lengthy, peaceful. The one sided walls allow them to see more but all I can view is a glossy gold finish and for once it's calming knowing I'm alone. Sort of.

The curtain opens, an act I'm all too used to, and a familiar body form sculpts into mine. The same general anatomy of my own just stronger...and colder. He presses on my stomach with a womanly-smooth hand to slide himself in closer to me. The man pushes away my hair seductively, causing my muscles to tense up in fright. He whispers on the top of my ear then slowly slides down to where I'm able to hear. "I have an offer to make." The man grins on my ear, his teeth rubbing against their tips.

I'm hesitant at first "What offer?" He can't be older than twenty, possibly twenty two. With lavender eyes piercing through me as if they are two amethyst daggers. He throws a smile my way, revealing two pointed teeth, no wonder I felt scared. Oh and that other part probably has something to do with it. I fight the frown surfacing on my features, pushing it away until my expression is blank and meaningless.

The water has washed the gel from his hair leaving behind dark brown, thick hair. From this close I can see the stubble on his chin and the few stray eyelash hairs that clutter his cheeks. He's...glowing. The water reflects off him like porcelain and his hands are works of art in themselves. I have been told I'm attractive but I doubt I even come close to this.

I muster up enough courage to speak, still staring at the strangers's fingers. "I don't see your kind around here often." I say, a hint of an old western film playing at my tongue.

"I could say the same for you." His small talk is enough to make me tense. I'm desperate for an excuse to change the subject.

"Offer?" I hint at.

"I..I need a blood servant. I'll give you full pay! Double the amount you make here! Free food and board and education I swear! I just.." He rambles off embarrassingly, losing hold of his previously "cool-guy" demeanor,

I hide the black dots rising to my cheeks with my blush. "A blood what?"

"Servant. I feed from you and you get paid. It's a win win and I know you'll say yes!" He pipes up like a child, water droplets slinging off his hair and onto my still rosy cheeks. Even rosier now I realize we're both naked.

"Just because I sleep with men doesn't mean I lean that way. And who are you anyway?" I snap back, clearly insulted.

"Julius...um...gay for pay?" The look he flashes me is borderline pathetic with his bottom lip out in a pout and his eyes pleading, but I admit the offer sounds pretty dreamy. I'd be gay for pay if I got free food- I mean who wouldn't?

"I'll be willing to pay for your 'special needs' too." His last sentence leaves me speechless. Special needs? Was he actually able to pinpoint every detail of me? Even the secret one? His hand swipes my cheek, nails scraping over every visible black dot cast on to my cream colored pigment.

He moves to my neck, then lingers on my collar bones, taking them imbetween his fingers and wiggling sporadically. "More meat than I was expecting." He mumbles to himself, letting his index finger trace the upward curve of my eyes, the only sign of my heritage left. "Chinese?" He asks

"Thai and Japanese." I whisper as he slides down to the shower floor. I mimic his actions, the gold paint scratching red streaks in my back as they flow down the drain.

"Now about the arrangement..."

Once again he leaves it to me to fish out his last words. I would allow my annoyance to shine through if it wasn't so risky. I don't want my bad attitude lessening my chances of being whisked away from this hell in a horse drawn carriage.

"I want free food, board, education, and every American right in the book. I wish to be free of beatings and discrimination because of what I am or what I have been in the past as well as everything else that I can't quite think of at the moment. I want to be respected and treated as a being not an object. You will not desert me without a two month warning and will not ask about my Tag or anything else regarding my condition."

Julius jerks his knees into mine reminding me just how cramped the shower is with the two of us in it as he attempts to pull himself up. "Do you understand that I will eat from you, in public and private, as well as perform sexual acts with you as a servant and master are expected?"

"No sexual acts or feeding without a warning and permission." It's more for your safety than mine...

"Feeding, as well as Breeding, are part of nature and may cause you harm. Do you understand?"

"Yes." I answer, not even knowing what those two are.

"Then what is your final answer?"

I pause for a moment to take a deep breath, to really concentrate on my decision. "Yes, I will be your B.S."

"B.S?" He questions, brow raising slightly along with his tone.

I fake a 'shocked' expression "Blood Servant! How old are you? Two fifty?!"

His expression saddens "You're still not mine yet though. You are still under ownership of your madam and until she signs the release form you are still hers."

"Can't you ask her now?" I haven't even known this guy for more than half an hour and I'm already begging him to take me home like I'm some sort of shelter pet.

"I did before I came to see you. I asked her countless times before but she keeps refusing. You would be too much of a loss to her if you were to quit working."

No. Madam is not about to ruin the one good thing coming into my life."I can live with you and work here on the side!"

He shakes his head in dismay "No. That's not completely acceptable at this point in time, maybe in the future." By this point the water has grown cold but we still sit squished knee to knee, engaged in conversation of loyalty and ownership.

Eventually one of the guards comes in to wrestle the brunette away from me even though he didn't even put up a fight. Julius turns back to me, a sort of sadness glittering in his eyes. "I'm going to come back for you. I promise." He blows me a kiss before clenching his towel and swaying off with the guard, groping his flexed muscles the whole way.

•••

It's been a lazy day at the Coca-Cola factory/new age brothel. My Wednesday usual is already on her way down the hall, heels clicking and Miley's newest album blasting. She bursts through my door still in work attire.

Her makeup must of been fixed in the car for a few red smudges are visible on her flushed cheeks and her concealer isn't as blended as it usually is. She puckers her lips most likely to show me a new lipstick shade, throws out her chest like a demented gorilla, then strides to the bed. Falling into my lap, Lily spreads her legs in a pathetic attempt to get me to notice her more. Not out of character for a woman that bought a membership for a brothel.

"Hiya honey!" She squeals in my ear, showering it and the rest of my body in kisses.

I fake a smile for her, attempting to process the words she rambles off to me. New makeup...twenty percent off at her favorite boutique. It's all pressed to the back of my mind, the man and his offer still standing in the foreground. Every few minutes I replay his words, every few seconds I feel at my waist, his phantom touch still lingering around me."You sound happy to see me, Lily."

"My husband is on a business trip to Hawaii for the week so I get to stay here and party all I want!" I push her on her back, ending her celebration speech and my replaying thoughts of the brunette.

With a sly grin I draw closer, our noses almost touching. "How would you like to begin celebrating?"

She treats my question with care before answering: "Surprise me."

To be honest Lily has been a regular since I was young (even though I'm only seventeen) and I don't feel bad or guilty when working with her, in fact it's quite enjoyable. She's a screamer, an 'oh God!'er which I find amusing.

The only downfall is she's about thirty two with a husband and three little ones. They think she goes to a 'Girl's Night Out' every Wednesday with her friends. You could consider it a Girl's Night Out since her friends are only a few doors away almost all of them out as lesbians yet still married to their husbands.

When we finish she lays on me, rising and falling with each breath I struggle to take. The air is thick and suffocating but we breathe it in without a care. "I may be leaving soon, Lily." She jerks upright and her muddy brown hair messily lays over her face and shoulder in uncontrollable ringlets.

"Why?" Her voice is hurt.

"I was asked to be a Blood Servant and the pay is good." She looks away to wipe her face. "Oh honey don't cry! Madam may not even sell me to him at all! I'll still give you services! Just not for a price anymore!" These words bring a grin to her face and she falls back onto me, wrapping her arms around my neck and curling into a ball of limbs.

"What is her name?"

"Julius. It's a he." I answer, ducking my head with the growing flush of embarrassment.

She wildly jerks up again. "You're gay?!"

"No!" She makes a rude cough-laugh gurgling noise as her face comes to resemble something close to a disturbing smile found in the darkest depths of the Internet. "Oh, well we all know Julius is now. Blood Servants are like a public display of your sexuality, I'm glad he isn't afraid to hide it." She adds with a motherly grin.

My smile comes out slightly crooked as I position both my hands around her waist. "I'll have to ask him if I can still see you after I'm gone from the brothel. If so I'll give you the house address and we can continue with these little 'Girl's Night Out' dates." With a suggestive smile I run my lips down her jawline kissing and nipping her, a habit with no meaning or feelings but helps with the pay.

She gives me a hardy slap on the chest before slamming her head down on my breast bone. "Moon Takashi Hiroshi you shut your mouth!"

I muster my best country accent to soften the mood. "Yes ma'am."

It falls silent in the room, only her heavy and my light breathing audible. The sun leaves the lines of the blinds cast on the floor while everything else stays dark and dusty. It's the type of atmosphere that gives you the feeling to whisper out of respect...or fear.

"What will you do when he wants...services? I heard you can't pick your...positions."

"I'll just tell Julius in the car ride home what happened, but I don't know if he'll accept my baggage."

"I'm sure he will. You can't just say no to something like that."

I breathe in once more before holding it completely. "If I even get that far."

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1/5/14 I practically rewrote this whole chapter at 1am. I think it's better though so I'm off to go improve chapter two (or fall asleep whichever comes first)

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