Do I Wanna Know|| fractureddevotion
[ℜ] The human body is one he knows well, from curious glances of late night programming as a child to rushed quickies in seedy hotels after bar hopping. The human body is also the main reason why his parents have stopped asking where his money is coming from and his sister has damned near stopped talking to him all together. “You’re a prostitute?!” She’d all but shrieked at him one night over dinner to the beat of clanging silverware and a room falling more silent than death. “Escort,” he corrected and resumed right back to cutting into the grilled chicken their mother had placed in front of them only 15 minutes before, only for Amanda to sputter in shock before dismissing herself from the table without a second look back. That was almost two years ago and his client list has grown, a few of dear sissy’s friends if he might add as well which makes it all the more sweet and all the more challenging when it comes to try and talk to her again. Don’t forget who wiped your ass for a year kid. Can’t focus on that now, he’s got a new job lined up and Scott’s oh so patiently waiting for him to give him an answer as he stands-no hovers outside his doorway. “She’s willing to pay twice your charging amount,” he reminds him for the umpteenth time since he’s handed him the ad. “Yeah got it.” It’s not that he’s against responding per say, it’s just that being a wedding date seemed to be so....boring, plus there was a less than 50% chance he’d be getting laid and that in itself was upsetting. But, even as narcissistic and led by his dick he may be, he can’t deny the pay looks better than busting his nut, not to mention there were a few other people willing to take care of that certain problem for him with a simple text and a promise of drinks. Oh what the hell. “Alright,” he sighs, threading his fingers through his hair. “Let my clientele know I’ll be out of office for a bit and I expect full payment Scott, oh, and if she tries to tie me up and paddle me, I’m coming straight for your ass.” Will he ever let the dude live down the fact that one of he allowed one of his best employees to be handcuffed to a bed and paddled like an insolent child while her husband watched and jerked off in the corner? No. Was the pay almost worth it? Jury was still out on that. Pleased with his answer, the raven is left again once more and he grabs his phone off his desk, calling the number provided with a shake of his head. On the third ring, a bored but most definite feminine voice answers his call, and he’s intrigued immediately. “Elena Gilbert, my name’s Ryan and I’m answering the ad you placed a few days ago. Now, would you like to do this over the phone or meet in person?” Here goes nothing.
