I approached Kuza's alley, calling out to him the same way I did earlier. I waited a few for an answer, but when I didn't get one, I started looking around for him.

I found him a little ways away, held up against the wall buy his throat. I froze, watching everything play out. There was a tall man standing in front of him in an all black suit and trench coat, and another man, who was also tall and dressed in all black, was holding him up.

They seemed to be arguing about something. The tall man in the suit slapped Kuza across the face. "You'd best make me more money, or you're dead. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal." Kuza replied.

The man dropped him down, turning to leave. I wanted to run but I was frozen. I swallowed hard, watching him. His eyes met mine. I shuddered. There was something about his eyes that just made me want to submit to him. He had short black hair that was pushed back. He looked to be completely covered in tattoos.

He stared me down. "A prostitute? Really, Michael?"

I didn't say anything. Next thing I knew, I was on the ground. He hit me. That snapped me out of it.

I quickly got to my feet. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"Ricky no-" Kuza called. "Chris, he doesn't know. Don't hurt him."

I glanced at him and I had a feeling that taking my attention off the man in front of me was an awful idea. He grabbed me by the arm and shoved me to the ground. I gasped and tried to push him away.

"Who do I think I am?" He repeated, laughing. "I'm the most powerful person in this fucking city. So I suggest you learn your place before I beat the shit out of you. Consider this a fucking warning."

He kicked me in the stomach.

"And you're damn lucky I didn't kick you out of my fucking club today, skank."

I groaned, holding my stomach. What the fuck is this guy's problem?

I watched him walk away, out of the alley, with the other man following him.

Kuza came over to me and helped me to my feet. "Who the fuck-"

He covered my mouth. "Shhh."

He pulled me away, keeping his hand over my mouth. He took me to where he slept, a dirty mattress in the furthest corner of the alley.

"I'm sorry about him." Mike said, sitting down. "I honestly didn't expect him to do that."

"Who is he?"

"He's my boss and supplier. His drugs are what you buy."

"Well I don't like him." I said.

"Not many people do." He replied.

He sighed, moving around a little. I watched him grab something.

"Here." He handed me a baggie. "Because of what happened. Don't worry about the sex. Raincheck."

I nodded, taking it from his hand. "Thank you."

"I told you not go to that club." He said after a moment.

"Well it was the closest one to me and I didn't think it was that bad."

"Yeah, but he's the owner. He's a dick."

I shrugged.

"Just promise me you won't go there anymore?" He asked. "I don't want to see you get hurt."

"Alright. I promise. I'll stay away."

~~~~~~~

I entered the apartment, going to my room immediately. I avoided all contact, deciding that I've had enough for one day.

I sat down on the floor, pulling out the baggie that Kuza gave me. I cooked it up and drew it into the needle. It was intentionally less than usual. I still need to be able to function.

I pushed it into a vein on the back of my hand, pressing the plunger down. I inhaled deeply as I released the drug into my body. 

Oh it felt so fucking good. I closed my eyes and just let it consume me.

~~~~~~

I was awoken by the sound of someone yelling outside of my room. I pulled myself to my feet, moving closer to the door. I'd left the door on a crack last night, so I tried to look through it. I couldn't see much, but it sounded like Ashley and one of the other boys. I couldn't tell what they were saying though.

I sat back down, rubbing my eyes a little. Fuck, I'm tired.

I grabbed a change of clothes from my pile and left the room, ignoring all of the fighting. I headed over to the bathroom to shower. The bathroom was kinda dirty, but it'll do. I really don't care, I just need to get clean.

I started the water, waiting for it to heat up. It doesn't get super hot because it's broken or something but it's hot enough.

I stripped down and stepped into the stream of water. It felt so good, cascading down my back and shoulders. I took a deep breath, beginning to wash my body.

I have a few clients today so I should make at least a few hundred. It isn't a lot but it's enough to cover the basics. Rent, liquor, drugs.

It's two regular clients and a new one. The new one is a girl, which is rare for me. I mean, I'll do anyone as long as I'm getting paid but girls aren't usually the ones looking for prostitutes.

I quickly finished up in the shower, not bothering to wash my hair. It's clean enough.

I stepped out and dried myself off. I pulled my clothes on, threw on some simple makeup and left the bathroom. I headed back to my room and grabbed my boots. I gotta get a new pair when I have some extra money. These are old as shit and beat up. They're just regular knee-high platform leather boots. They're not that expensive, but It's still too much for me.

I left the apartment building and made my way down the road. I was in my way to crappy motel to meet my first client, who was actually the new girl. I'm pretty familiar with the place, as I've been here many times with many different clients. It's a popular spot to bring people like me, I guess.

I found the room she said she'd get and knocked on the door. After a few long seconds, the door opened on a crack. She stared at me for a second before opening the door to let me in. I watched as the girl quickly closed and locked the door before turning to me.

"H-hi." She said, seeming insanely nervous.

"Hi there."

"U-Um, I'm sorry. I uh, I've never done this before...." She trailed off.

When I met her, it was dark, and she was wearing a hood, so I couldn't really see her face. But now, seeing her in actual light, she looked young. Sixteen, maybe seventeen.

"How old are you?" I asked.

She stared at me for a second. "Um...t-twenty?"

I raised an eyebrow. "What exactly is it that you want from me?"

"...Sex."

"Uh huh...How old are you really?"

She sighed, sitting down on the bed. "Sixteen."

I stared at her. She's so young. What is she doing? Why?

"What the fuck is wrong with you? What the fuck are you doing with someone like me?" I asked.

"I- ...Look, um, I'm the only one out of all of my friends who's still a virgin. A-and I feel so, like, left out of their conversations and stuff, b-because I'm the only one who hasn't had sex yet." She explained quietly. "I just wanna know what they're talking about. I want them to think I'm cool like them."

I sighed, thinking about what I was gonna say. I don't often find myself with girls this young. Guys, yeah, but never girls. "What's your name?"

"H-Heather."

"Okay, Heather. Listen to me. Don't get yourself involved in this kinda shit. You're so young. This, what I do, is a whole other world from the one you live your life in. It's dangerous, and scary, even if you're just doing it once." I told her. "Your virginity should be something important to you. It's your last bit of innocence. It's something that you should give to someone who you really care about. Besides, look at me. Losing your virginity to me wouldn't be much of a win. I look more like a girl than most girls do."

She laughed a little. "D-Did you give it to someone you cared about?"

"No. When I lost it, it wasn't my choice. I didn't want to lose it. And ultimately, that's what got me where I am today. That's why I'm telling you that you should wait if you have the option."

"But my friends-"

"No. Your friends are the stupid ones here. They gave it to the first guy who so much as looked at them. That'll get you nowhere in life. You'll end up like me if you go that way." I told her.

~~~~~~~

Well, I never thought I'd spend the beginning of my day talking a teenager out of having sex with me, but uh, that's what happened.

I was currently approaching the house of my second client. He was a regular client. His name was Tom. He was a regular guy, married with kids, but he was a closeted gay. He was afraid to come out bc he thought he'd lose his kids. So, once a week, I come over and he fucks me and acts on all of his dirty little fantasies.

I knocked on the door and he let me in. "Well hello there, Master."

He smirked, pulling me inside and shutting the door. He was in a rough mood today.

He grabbed onto my hair before I could do or say anything else. "Strip."

I licked my lips, pulling my clothes off. I sunk down to my knees, waiting for him to tell me what to do.

I didn't really mind this guy. He's pretty vanilla, and he doesn't last very long. Every once in a while, he'll wanna try something a little more fun, but even that's rare.

"Go upstairs to the bedroom." He ordered.

I got to my feet, kissing him softly as I passed by. I headed upstairs to his bedroom. I could hear him following behind me.

I sat down on the bed and waited for him.

It was only a few seconds before I was being pushed down onto the bed. He ran his hands over my sides, gripping my hips. You could tell by the way he was grinding against me, that he wasn't very experienced in the whole sex department. He never really did anything fun. He just fucked me and was done. He didn't really know much about foreplay or how fun it was. He kinda just wanted to fuck and that's it. Yeah, I get paid good money, but it's boring.

He kicked his pants off and flipped me over. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the bedside drawer. I heard him open it and a few seconds later, I felt it hit my skin.

He pushed two fingers into me, moving them in and out slowly. I groaned softly, letting him think I was actually enjoying this. I know all the right noises to make.

"You ready?" He asked.

I nodded. "Please..."

He pushed into me and I whimpered, digging my nails into the bed.

He honestly wasn't that big. I barely felt it.

He was thrusting as hard as he could but I wasn't into it. I moaned, burying my face in the pillow.

"H-Harder!" I begged.

"Yeah, baby? You want more?"

I nodded, moaning and rocking backwards. He went harder, his grip on my hips tightening.

"I'm close." He grunted.

Of course he is. He never lasts.

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in case you haven't noticed, all the chapter names are slang for heroin bc look at me being an e d g y hoe

comment any predictions/questions y'all got.

~xxLux