Page 46 of Poison

A sultry smile curled my lips as I strode over to him, letting my hands glide gently over his shoulder and down his thin arm. I bit my lower lip in a flirtatious manner. "Depends on what you want, sweetie."

Pushing his glasses up his nose, the man leaned in and whispered, "I want to go all the way."

"I'm a bottom, sweetie. I don't top. Is that what you want?"

He nodded.

"Two hundred sinders. Up front. If you want to take me somewhere, you have to pay for the room. Otherwise, we can do it back there." I pointed towards the alleyway. There was a decently large dumpster we could do it behind. I could just bend over and let him have it until he came. "No kissing. Nomaking out. If you want the full boyfriend experience, that's five hundred sinders. And you pay for the room."

"That's insane!" he snapped.

I was pushing my luck, but I was worth way more than some random hooker on the street. I had a brand. I was Starburst. I had been trained to please men for thirteen years of my life. I'd be damned if I settled for the lousy fifty sinders the ladies next to me were charging. "Not if you know what you're getting." Leaning forward, I lowered my pants, showing off the star tattoo on my hip.

The man's eyes widened. "No fucking way. You're not Starburst."

"Aren't I? If you're a fan, you should recognize me."

"I'm not used to seeing you in black hair."

I rolled my eyes, making sure I gave off a snobbish aura. "New look. Now, do you want it or not?"

"What the hell are you doing in the Inferno District hooking on the street?""

I hadn't thought of an excuse to give clients if they found out that I was, indeed, the gay porn sensation. After all, most people who watched my movies didn't know I was a servant, and I didn't want to tell them I was one, either. "Lost a bet." It was the only thing I could think of on the fly. "Normally, I charge three thousand sinders. Lucky for you, the condition of the bet states that I have to charge a reasonable price."

"Five hundred sinders isn't a reasonable price! Everyone else only charges one hundred for the boyfriend experience."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Not in a million years, handsome. Five hundred sinders, for me, is more than reasonable. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you don't take itnow, you'll have to pay full price or just go back to spanking it off to one of my videos."

The man flushed and looked away. "Fine. I can do the two hundred."

"Two hundred up front."

With a grumble, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a few bills. I took the time to count them as we stood there. When I got to the last bill, I turned towards the alleyway. "This way, sexy."

I turned towards the wall and began yanking down my pants, distantly remembering with a groan that I had completely forgotten lube. "I forgot to get lube. Spit on it or something. Don't go in dry." I bent over, hoping my breakfast hadn't gone through my body yet. I hadn't prepped. What the fuck was I thinking?

Hearing him spit, I cringed. I just need to suck it up. It wouldn't be any worse than him jizzing inside my body. Luckily, with the invention of nanites, STDs were no longer a concer.

My client wasn't very gentle as he penetrated my hole. The man must have never topped before. That had to be the reason he was paying for it. He looked like an average bottom with a pencil dick.

Since the guy was paying for a quicky in an alleyway, I decided I wouldn't do my usual act. There was no moaning, no dirty talk. I just stood there while he pounded into me. Luckily, the man didn't last long, and I cursed at myself when I realized, once again, I had forgotten something very important. I had no wipes to clean myself. I could only pray that the water tank at my mom's was filled.

The man leaned over my back, and I spun around to shove him off. "I said no boyfriend experience. You got your rocks off. Now scram!"

The man glared at me but yanked his pants up and scurried away. Aside from the fact that I could have gotten more sinders, I was glad he didn't pay for the boyfriend experience. I had been forced into that situation more than once. Trevor undoubtedly charged extra for it, but I hated it all the same. I hated pretending I loved someone I just met. I hated covering them with affection because they weren't getting it elsewhere.

I had enough for one day, so I headed home, making a few pit stops along the way. I bought two changes of clothes, some lube, and cleaning wipes. But sadly, after that, I didn't have much left. Only twenty-five sinders to buy something edible for dinner. It was a good thing, too, since my birth giver didn't have anything set out. She wasn't even home, which made me wonder if she was out doing the same thing I had just been doing.

Chapter 34

The rest of the week went by without a hitch. I was able to buy another outfit and dine on better food. The moment my clients found out who I really was, they were more than willing to either pay for a room or get the full boyfriend experience. If I kept it up, I'd be able to buy myself an apartment in the Inferno District instead of building myself a half-assed shack in the Slog. Perhaps an apartment would be risky, but maybe I could stay in one of the motels that didn't require real names.

After finishing up with my latest client, I decided to call it an evening. The fire was burning in the fireplace when I got home, and I could smell the scent of meat cooking. My mother hadn't offered me food since the first day I arrived, so I was glad I had eaten earlier.

When I pushed through the sheet door, my mom approached me, and my gaze darted down to what she was carrying, a tiny white unicorn with a silver star on its hindquarters. It was Starburst. The toy I named myself after. "I wanted to give this to you as an apology."

Cradling the toy to my chest, I said, "Thank you for giving him to me." I refused to accept her apology for what she had done to me as a child.

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