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Angel doesn’t usually find himself in these sorts of situations but still, it did happen, from time to time. There were those who wanted a very specific kind of company, and Angel was hard pressed to find anyone who paid better than the specific or the eccentric. Still, he didn’t trust just anyone, he wasn’t with an agency, it wasn’t as though he could arrange it, so when the request came up he had to make do with what he had.
Escorts didn’t exactly do networking.
“I’ve got a proposition for you,” he says calmly, sliding a photograph across the table toward her. A tall, lithe man, with white blonde hair, bizarre black and blonde dyed facial hair, glasses, leather jacket-- Absolutely the definition of eccentric. He was a musician, and the sort of man who paid well. He was looking for something very specific. Angel had had him as a client many times. Every time his band came through for a show in Vegas, Angel got the call.
This time, however, he had an extra something he wanted.
“You ever listen to Black Bench?” they were a band within a filthy, underground electronic sound. Angel had heard them in enough clubs to know their work well. It was good, if you were into that sort of thing. “This is their singer, Nicodemus Finch. Goes by Nico. He’s been a long time regular client of mine.”
He smiles, long time being since Angel started turning tricks on the strip. Five years. Nico liked drugs, too. A lot of good night spent cruising an LSD high while fucking in the pool.
“He pays very well, and I’m willing to cut you in if you’ve got the time.”
