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Also, just so that you don't pounce on me when the book is done, this story will have around 6 chapters only.

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Ishan waited at the corner, admittedly looking for Shubman's car in particular. He got a couple of offers for some hotel action, but he held off for the night. Tonight, he hoped Shubman and his big, fat, thick wallet would return.

Finally, he spotted the car he was looking for pulling up to the curb. Straightening his clothes, Ishan started walking toward it when the passenger door swung open.

"Get in," Shubman said, his voice tight.

It is nice while it lasts, Ishan thought as he slid in and shut the door. Shubman had probably realized Ishan had taken way too much of his money, and now he was going to get what he'd really paid for.

"So," Ishan said, prepared for the worst. "You're back."

Shubman nodded, and his face was... soft. Vulnerable. Maybe Ishan wasn't in for a rough time after all.

"I am, for a number of reasons," Shubman replied.

Ishan smiled, leaning in toward him. "And what reasons are those?"

Shubman pushed his face toward Ishan's, and their lips connected in a startlingly gentle kiss. After a moment, Ishan felt Shubman's hand on his leg, and he pulled back.

"Ah, ah... That was just a freebie for being a returning customer. Watch that hand unless you're willing to pay for it."

Shubman laughed and pulled back. "How much?"

Ishan shrugged. "Depends on what you want. I'll let you touch me for five hundred, since you seem to like it so much."

He did too, but he wasn't about to admit that. He could tell Shubman was really thinking about it for a moment. It felt almost surreal. When was the other shoe going to drop?

"My body is yours for the right price," Ishan added with a cheeky grin.

Shubman's eyes dipped down, and he licked his lips. "Can we just go with the hand job tonight?"

"You, me, or both?" Ishan smiled and placed a hand on Shubman's thigh. His fingers dragged along the seam of Shubman's pants, stopping just before reaching his crotch. "Tonight, since I'm feeling generous, I'll let you have both at no extra charge."

"Well, if you're feeling generous, how can I say no?" Shubman leaned in to kiss Ishan again.

Ishan met his lips with eagerness. Holy shit, this could actually work out. If all Shubman wanted was some low-key making out and grabby hands in the car, maybe that new savings account wouldn't look so stupid and empty after all.

Soon, Ishan's hands found their way into Shubman's pants, and he was stroking him while Shubman played with Ishan's nipples. It wasn't nearly as good as where his hands could be, but Ishan was happy to let Shubman do whatever he wanted at this point.

To be honest, Ishan didn't normally allow so much kissing, but it was different this time, thrilling in a way. His other hand slipped down to gently massage Shubman's balls, eliciting a low moan from him. Shubman moved his head to kiss Ishan's neck, which he didn't mind at all.

Shubman trailed his hands down Ishan's front and pulled him out of his tight pants. Then his mouth followed, kissing along Ishan's sternum. As he moved, he shifted back in his seat, preventing Ishan from continuing to jerk him off.

"Shubman," Ishan warned. "What are you-"

Shubman licked a stripe from the base to the tip of Ishan's length, and Ishan moaned.

A real, actual, sincere moan. Ishan had lost his virginity only after a client fucked him, and since then, he had never moaned for real.

Ishan couldn't believe what in the name of fuck is happening. He had no idea how to charge for this. No client had ever wanted to before.

Shubman began to suck as Ishan leaned back and decided to just enjoy the ride. He took a moment to appreciate Shubman's mouth around his dick before placing his hands in Shubman's hair and pushing him down further.

It quickly became apparent that Shubman wasn't an expert at this, but that hardly mattered when it was free. Ishan's fingers clenched in Shubman's hair as he tried not to fuck his throat like people did to him. Shubman would choke, and who knew what else.

No, Ishan just massaged Shubman's scalp and didn't hold back his moans as Shubman tried his best. It wasn't long before Ishan reached his limit and, with a grunt, hit his orgasm before he could warn him. Shubman wasn't prepared but managed to keep from choking. He pulled back, coughing a little, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Ishan took a moment to find his voice. "I, uh..." He swallowed. What am I supposed to do? Pay him? Thank him? He wondered.

Shubman moved upward and kissed him before he could figure out what to say. Ishan gave in, wrapping his arms around Shubman's neck and just enjoying the moment for what it was.

A really great fucking moment.

"You didn't seem to mind," Shubman mumbled against his lips.

"You want to know how much I didn't mind?" Ishan reached down to grab Shubman's erection. "Lean back and let me show you."

Shubman blinked and said awkwardly, "You, uh, don't have to."

"I know." Ishan pressed a hand to Shubman's chest and gently pushed him back, then shifted in his seat to lean down. "But I want to."

And for once, he actually meant it.

Ishan didn't drag it out like he normally did-stopping, starting, denying, and torturing. Tonight, he worshipped Shubman's dick like it was the best he'd ever had in his mouth. In a way, it kind of was.

Shubman was already leaking. Ishan teased the head with little circular licks before grabbing Shubman's hips and taking him as far as he could. It was hard to breathe when he was already out of breath, but he managed to keep going long enough for Shubman to start to tense up.

"Oh, shit... I'm..." Shubman tried to warn, but it was too late.

Ishan swallowed every bit down until Shubman gently pushed at his shoulders. Ishan licked his lips and looked up at him. "Well, Shubman, anything else you want off the menu tonight?"

"I want you," Shubman said simply, grabbing Ishan's face in his hands and pulling him into a hard kiss.

He didn't taste like cigarettes or beer, Ishan noticed for the first time. He tasted like mint-flavored gum. Did he chew gum before he drove over to his corner? Did he do that just for Ishan?

Ishan's heart skipped a beat. He wanted to melt into the moment, but he knew it was a lie. Shubman was just buzzing with post-orgasm endorphins.

No one really wanted him. Not all of him, anyway. They wanted his hands, or his mouth, or his ass. Not his heart. Not his mind. Not any other part of him.

Ishan was fine with that, of course. He didn't hate himself for being a dirty little slut that other men paid to use. He didn't mind that he was just another whore, that others would come before him and more would come after.

Okay, he minded a little bit. But then he got paid, and he didn't mind as much.

He played along, however, and pulled back from Shubman's lips to laugh softly. "Oh, sweetheart. I don't think you could afford that."

Shubman laughed. "Well, what's your price, then?"

Ishan paused.

He almost wanted to believe him. But he had never let his heart get broken before, and he wasn't about to start now.

So, he shrugged casually, as if it were obvious. "Forty thousand a week."

Shubman's eyes went wide. "A week?"

"Minimum." Ishan smiled, patting Shubman's knee as Shubman sat back, looking like Ishan had just asked him for a kidney. "I told you. You can't afford me." Ishan reached for the passenger door and pushed it open. "But I'll be here for what you can afford."

Ishan took a few steps away when he realized he had forgotten to get paid.

Something definitely was wrong with him. He never forgot the money. It was the only reason why he did this.

Ishan swallowed and kept walking, heading home instead of to his corner, trying not to acknowledge the weird thought that he was okay with not taking Shubman's money tonight.

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