LIAM WESLEY-LAMBERT | GOLD ESCORT | THE GOOD SON
“But would you know yourself if you weren’t burning.” - Shane McCrae
alias: Teddy
age: 20
sexuality: Up to Player, Homoromantic
hometown: Fallon, Nevada
residence: Zenith, Z-101
Liam grew up on the back of his father’s motorcycle. From the time he was just a babe swaddled and sleeping in a motel bottom drawer, he knew little comfort, but an abundance of devotion.
His father’s love for him was not soft, but it was passionate, it was driven. He’d never known his mother, and he’d stopped asking about her around seven, when it became clear that the answers he was looking for were not available. Or his father was not ready to share them with him.
His father a criminal on the run, there were lots of things Liam didn’t know. He didn’t know that Kenneth Wesley spent 5 years in jail for aggravated assault. He didn’t know that it was a crime his father had committed while trying to protect his mother. He didn’t know that though Kenneth had protected her then, he would fail to when Liam was two years old, and so would begin their life of just the two of them.
He didn’t know that his father had broken parole.
They spent most of Liam’s childhood hopscotching across the central states. Born in Wisconsin but uprooted quickly, Liam and his father stayed nowhere more than three or four months. Sometimes they used their own names, others they used different ones. Sometimes they stayed in hotels, sometimes they lived in apartments. Sometimes Liam went to school, a lot of times he didn’t.
His father was no world-hero, but he was a hero to Liam, and by the time he was thirteen, Kenneth had taught him how to survive. He’d taught him how to fight and steal. He’d taught him how to drink, who to trust, when to run. Ultimately, Kenneth wanted the most for his son, went to lengths to give him everything he could, to keep him safe, protected. But he hadn’t had it in himself to give the boy up for the chance at a better life. He saw adoption as abandonment, and after seeing Liam’s mother dead in the streets, he couldn’t just let his son go. Criminal or not, Kenneth would not abandon family.
Unfortunately, the freedom from trouble Kenneth had sought for the both of them, never properly came. They settled in Nevada to allow Liam to attend a couple years of middle school, and for a while, Liam thought that maybe he would finally get a life that was close to normal. Inevitably, however, trouble found them again, and that year, at fourteen, Kenneth told Liam about his mother, and how she’d died. Why she’d died. About the mess Kenneth’s crimes had gotten him into, and how even still, years later, they were hounding him at his heels.
That was also the year a man Liam had only seen once before, when his father had come home drunk and yelling at a guy with a thick beard and a big scar on his cheek, broke into their apartment and shot his father in the head.
Liam was fourteen. He was fourteen years old when he sat on the floor crying, covered in his father’s blood, holding his hand and begging him to wake up. He’d lost track of how many hours he’d sat there before calling the police. He was fourteen when he was put into foster care. He was fourteen when his life changed forever.
Liam was eventually taken in by a couple in Fallon, who had remarried and were unable to have children of their own. There is where he stayed until he was eighteen. There were times they’d asked him about adopting him officially, but even though they were nice people, Liam couldn’t imagine living his life out in Nevada, where he’d watched his father die. He left when he was of age, and promised he would write.
He’d thought he’d be able to take care of himself, because he’d been taking care of himself for so long. But living the transient life he had with his father, turned out to be much harder without him. One night, after getting kicked out of a hostel for not making payments, he took refuge from the rain at a quiet pub he’d managed to sneak into.
When he was discovered, however, and about to be thrown out to the street, his fortune would take a turn. A man in a suit interrupted the quickly escalating exchange between Liam and the bar manager and, pretending to be his Uncle, convinced the manager not to call the cops. He escorted Liam out, lead him to a fancy and intimidating Escalade and told him to get in. And despite the fact that not getting into the back of a strange man’s car was self-preservation 101, Liam was soaked to the bone from the rain, shivering and desperate, so he went.
The stranger put him up in a hotel. Rising nerves of what he’d gotten himself into were strangely relinquished when Liam found that the man wasn’t planning on staying there with him. He had no expectations, no services due for his hospitality. But he’d left Liam with three things: a black and gold business card, a prepaid visa and a plane ticket. The instructions were simple: Call the number on the card; they will tell you of an opportunity. Take it, they will arrange a car for you by morning, and you will board a plane. Decline, and you may use what’s left on the visa, and then go on your way. Best wishes.
Liam knew nothing about escorting, or even that much about sex, but he took it because he couldn’t see any other options in his near future, and because if he’d learned anything from his life with this father, it was that if someone gives you a one way plane ticket to anywhere, you take it. See where you wind up. He could always run later, if he had to. He was good at that, at least.
Now, he has been Teddy at the Seven for six months. His experience in life and his accelerated maturity makes up for his inexperience in the industry. Despite his rough childhood and ugly trauma, Teddy is soft beneath his guarded exterior. He keeps mostly to himself, but is relatively eager with his work. Surprisingly sweet and easy to get along with, he is liked by an array of clients. However, his history exposes itself in unexpected shards—he can be moody and at times, unpredictable.
Six weeks ago, Lady asked him if he would start meeting with a company-provided therapist. Reluctant, but lonely, he said yes.
likes: Netflix, popcorn, soda, the pool, blackberries, sleeping in, his father’s leather jacket
dislikes: Documentaries, sitting still, guns, empty apartments, being underestimated
dominant/submissive: Submissive
kinks: Mutual masturbation, hair pulling, teasing, oral, no-foreplay
antikinks: Dirty talk, Daddy talk, crossdressing, drunk sex
Liam Wesley-Lambert is OPEN
