Of Alleys and Answers [Mirianna and Sho]
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				Title: <strong>Of Alleys and Answers [Mirianna and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 10:05:34</strong>
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				God, but the streets were dirty. It was a good thing that he'd been promoted to one of the best boys in the club - it meant that he didn't have to stand on the street corner in itty-bitty shorts and beckon men inside with a coy smile and a flick of his hips anymore. Those days were behind him. No, he had the honor, the privilege...of a large bed with rumpled sheets and and tiny room in which it fit. He had his own bathroom, a tiny little room with a shower in the corner and a stink and toilet, and a dresser that held some clothes but mostly costumes. <br><br>Scoffing at this percieved 'honor', Robin, billed as 'cute tight Robbie', sat on the edge of the bed. He got up a few minute later and smoothed out the sheets, making it up once again, waiting until his last client came before he changed the sheets. <br><br>The headboard was nice, at least, a good thick wood headboard. It was marred by a few hooks where his hands could be cuffed and then restrained, a bit battle-scarred, but nice enough. The comforter was a thick, dark red, made of crushed velvet. It was supposed to invoke luxury but the neon lights pouring in and painting the cracks in the walls yellow and purple and a horrible dayglo pink ruined it. <br><br>There were no pictures on the walls, and the chair in the corner had a bathroom draped over it, though the room itself was quite clean. He looked at himself in the floor-to ceiling mirror, watching himself. <br><br>He looked younger than the seventeen that he was, with wide eyes that were a startling shade of green, flecked through with gold. His lashes were dark and thick, framing the eyes beautifully, hair inky, inky black. The boss had made him grow it out past his shoulders, so men could grab at it, pull his head back and ride him.<br><br>The boss liked to call his hair his 'reins'. <br><br>He was pale, slim, and would probably never grow past five foot five. His legs were long, though, body well-proportioned, cheekbones high and exotic and lips full, the soft cupids bow that so many girls wanted. He frowned and stood up, pulling his robe about him, lighting a cigarette. <br><br>His eighteenth birthday was coming up, and he was already booked for the night by regular clients. His last one had just left - an overweight, earnest man, one who loved to tell Robbie how much he adored him and wished he was his son. Robbie hated the man - he scared him - but the pay was good and his boss always gave him a bit of heroin or cocaine or whatever he had on him as a reward afterwards. <br><br>He didn't need it now, though, so instead dropped the robe once more, tugged on a pair of tight, ripped blue jeans, showing more skin than they hid, and a white tank-top. He left his dark hair free, heading to the front where he knew the manager would be manning the bar and checking people in. He headed down to the counter that served as both bar and welcoming or reception area, and smiled faintly, though it never reached his cold eyes, the exhaustion clear on his slim face. "Can I have a few shots of vodka?"<br><br>It was well known that Robbie was the boss' favorite, and rumors abounded that the boy had never done drugs until the boss started him on them, to make sure he'd never leave. Robbie rarely got to sleep - late nights and early mornings were spent with the boss - and the days and nights were mostly spent with clients. Mid-day was his respite, but now, he had a rare break between clients that he was choosing to spend at the bar instead of in bed, too disgusted with himself to sleep right now. He wondered if anyone else would come down and join him at the bar. Most boys tended to recuperate here after hard or disgusting clients.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Alleys and Answers [Mirianna and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mirianna</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 02:40:45</strong>
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				The night was chilly, the moon so pale it barely lit the sky, only a few star visible when people look above because of the neon sign flashing in front of the bar. But people around here weren't looking to the sky. Most of them where eyeing some younger men, others trying to sell their bodies. Between two buildings, James was smoking in an alley, cigarette litting is face for a few seconds before everything turned back to darkness. The man was looking at the few stars. Dreaming of a better world. Thing he would have done differently. The smoke slowly escaping from his mouth made the blond smile. It was one of the now too rare thing that could ease is mind. <br><br>Is life was crappy. He had gone for bad to worst in a few months, falling down to his own doom. These drugs, he was so addicted, if he stopped using them the young hooker would propably die. His green eyes, that used to be lit with curiosity, where now red, showing nothing but dispair. Fixed on the smoke he was holding, James was trying his best not to burst in tears. The client he just had made him feel sick. These day, every client made him want to throw up, want to die. Jame threw is cigarette away, enjoying is last breath of fresh air. Then he entered the bar, a fake smile plastered to his face, waving to the man at the entrance. What to do next? A drink sounded like a good idea. <br><br>Almost dragging his feet, James walked toward the seats, with the firm intention to get drunk before his next client. He knew the man very well, and he always ended up with a few bruises. As he sat down, he saw from the corner of his eyes, someone he didn't really wanted to see. "Cute tight Robbie" a.k.a the boss favourite boy. Envy was weak word to describe the feelings James had toward the boy. He widened his fake smile, then turned back his attention to the barman.<br><br>"Scotch without ice..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Alleys and Answers [Mirianna and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 10:19:05</strong>
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				The bartender whipped a scotch without ice out and slid it across the counter to James. Robbie didn't say anything to him at first and merely lit a cigarette, letting the smoke spin in the air in front of him. His pale green eyes were hollow, not really looking at anything, fingertips drumming the counter in front of him. <br><br>His milky skin, those big eyes, and the long legs all made him a top seller. The fact that he looked young, and, for the right amount of money, would act younger made him the top paid boy in the establishment. <br><br>"Here," he finally muttered.<br><br>The pack of cigarettes slid across the counter to James, along with an expensive black metal lighter emblazoned with an&nbsp; 'S', one of the boss' own lighters. A gift to Robbie. Something only the top boy could have.<br><br>"You look like you need a cigarette. What's wrong?" Robbie didn't sound like he cared, particularly, but then again Robbie didn't care about much. He hated this life as much as anyone. <br><br>Everyone hated him, as well, since he was the boss' favorite and the top seller. To his clients he was just sex, to the other boys he was a rival, but he did make an effort to be nice some of the time.<br><br>His skin was clean...all his drugs were done by snorting...and all the drugs he did were provided by the boss himself. <br><br>Robbie's hair slid over his shoulder, hiding his face briefly, resting his chin on his hands after letting out another breath of smoke. He was obviously exhausted, utterly exhausted, not having slept in about two nights. His next client wouldn't be here for a while, and then he would have to go and amuse the boss. <br><br>His white, glittering teeth - good genetics there - gleamed in a half-crescent as he accepted another free shot of vodka from the bartender. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Alleys and Answers [Mirianna and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mirianna</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 15:20:26</strong>
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				The scotch didn't stayed long on the counter. With a Swift move, Jame grabbed the glass and empty it. The strong taste in his mouth almost made him wince, but it was something else that made him react like that. He heard the voice of the boy next to him, then felt something hitting his hand. When he looked down, he saw the black Zippo with an S. He shrugged, and opened the pack, trying not to shake when he took a cigarette. The blond slid the pack back, lighting the cigarette with his own lighter.<br><br>"What's wrong? Common. Look around yha."<br><br>James took a deep breath, killing a little bit more of his lung in the same time. He looked at himself in the mirror in front of him, deformed by all the bottles. His once beautiful blond hair where like straw now. Less shiny, Less healthy, less beautiful, Less long. A little bit above his cheeks, the hair would sometime end up in his eyes. He got the habit of brushing his hair back because of that. <br><br>His shoulder where slump again. Noticing that, he straighten himself. He was about 6 feet, but always looked smaller because he was bent. Like one of the other hooker said: "like he was carring the weight of the world on his shoulders." Once muscular, James now only kept his abs. It was more by habit. Waking the morning doing push-ups... Well, now it was more waking the afternoon. Is green eyes fixed on him sent back the reflection of desperation and vulnerability. He knew that's why most of his client choose him. Weak, frail. But he wasn't. Deep down, James was burning with fury. Mad against life, himself, everyone. He quickly tipped the cigarette before the ashes fell on the counter. <br><br>He wondered for a few seconds what it must be to be the boss' favourite. Probably not that cool. Sure you get few nice gifts. But what was the price to pay? The hooker took a few minutes to observe his "coworker". He didn't seem in better shape than him. Everyone knew he was on drug. Cleans one since he was boss' favourite. <br><br>"What 'bout you? How yha doin'?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Alleys and Answers [Mirianna and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>09-07-2009, 11:17:51</strong>
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				"Well, yeah." Robbie's face never really changed expressions, so exhausted that he seemed to want nothing more than to fall asleep right there at the bar. He didn't answer the question as to how he was immediately, instead looking down at the polished bar, thinking of the mink coat that the boss had promised to buy him even though girls normally wore them. <br><br>"I'm good."<br><br>He didn't sound good.<br><br>"You really should cut back on the drugs. You look like you're falling apart. You used to be so strong." Robbie rarely acknowledge that he had even seen someone, so saying that he remembered the other boy's muscles really was something. "At least, have a decent meal." Robbie looked at the bartender - the man went in the back, placed an order for two meals of rice and curry.<br><br>August may not have been in touch with his Japanese genes, but he had a liking for Japanese food, especially the mild chicken curry that was so popular there. <br><br>"Two plates. One for me and one for him."<br><br>Robbie put out the stub of his cigarette and looked down at his vodka, "I'm tired," he finally admitted, "But...I can't really complain. I'm doing well." Robbie had the best room and the best clothes and...no friends or anyone he loved to share it with. <br><br>He shrugged, forcing a small smile, as the front door opened and Sable, the boss, strode in. He looked around, nodded at the bartender and at James - eyes grazing over James and wondering how long it would take him to hit rock bottom - then he turned to Robbie. "Hello, beautiful. Look what I got you!"<br><br>The older man slid a luxurious, plush fur coat over Robbie's slim, bare arms, letting the soft fur rub one flawless white cheek. He nuzzled Robbie's cheek for just a second - he rarely showed affection - and then he turned to leave. "I'll be back in an hour. I just wanted to give you your present. Meet me in my room in an hour."<br><br>Robbie thanked him, politely, shyly, for the present. He always played young and coy around the boss, naturally a very shy boy, but when the boss left he looked like he wanted to cry more than wear the coat. He looked down at the fur draped over his body, so very expensive, so very luxurious, "Yeah," he muttered feebly, "I'm doing really well."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Alleys and Answers [Mirianna and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mirianna</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 03:13:39</strong>
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				The initial feeling of repulsion that James felt toward the other man slowly fade away as he was smoking. After all, the guy didn't look as healthy as him. Even though he said that he was feeling good, anyone could tell by the look on his face that it was a lie. The hooker took a few seconds to look closer at the other face reflecting in the mirror. Then Robbie said something about how he used to be strong. James couldn't refrain his snort. You can't stay strong when you do drugs like that. when you do jobs like that... But he had to give to the man: he was hungry. Although, he would probably puke everything he ate as soon he'd be fucked later. The plates where ordered and Robbie talked again. James caught only half of what the other man said to him. The idea of eating suddenly made him so hungry. His stomach was making noises, he had water in mouth when he heard curry. The silence was growing between the two of the when the door opened. The boss made is entrance, flamboyant as ever. As soon that he felt observe, James looked away. He knew what he would see in the eyes of the boss. <br><br>James watched the gift being put on the favourite boy's shoulder, through the mirror, and tried his best to hide his face. The huge grin was hidden between the scarred hands of the blond and he tried to refrain his shoulder from shaking. The scene was too funny. Tired as he was, well it was funny. The coat was made Robbie look even more effeminate. But James noticed something. The voice of the hooker had changed. More soft. More fragile. More feminine he tough. And he clamped his hand on his mouth bitting his tongue not to laugh. But the tone of the voice of Robbi when he said that he was doing really fine cut all the fun. James felt bad for a moment. He raised his arm to gently taped the other man's shoulder but let it fall at the last second. He hated when people pittied him, he wouldn't put the other in the same situation.<br><br>That's when the plate was put in front of him. Glad that he could change his mind, he jumped on the forks and started to shovel huge spoon full of curry to his mouth. <br><br>"Man this is so good."<br><br>Eating gave him back some strength. The curry was spicy, setting in mouth on fire. The best kind. When was the last time he ate anyway...? The plate didn't last long, and with a sigh, James put his spoon in the plate. To finish the meal, James took another cigarette and lit it, taking a deep breath.&nbsp; That's when he noticed Robbie silent next to him. He didn't really know what to say, or if he really wanted to have a conversation. He didn't have a client before a while. No. Robbie propably had tons of things to do. Damn he hated when his thoughts where chaotic like that.The coat was gorgeous. Even if it was for a woman. The fur seemed soft and warm.<br><br>"Won't freeze in that, I can tell yha"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Alleys and Answers [Mirianna and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 07:48:30</strong>
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				Robbie pushed the curry around on his plate and eventually ate a little bit of it, swallowing it down reluctantly, his appetite having fled just about as rapidly as it had come. <br><br>He pushed the fur up a bit farther on his arms and shrugged, "It's a beautiful coat. Really generous gift." Robbie shoved a bit of rice and curry into his mouth and swallowed it down quickly, "I'm grateful for it."<br><br>He was so tired of hooking.<br><br>He was tired of not having anyone at the end of the day, though at first he had loved the presents he got, rather adoring the fact that he could get them for free if he just moved his body the right way.<br><br>Now, though, he wanted to be left alone.<br><br>He didn't mind James, though. James was at least talking to him.<br><br>None of the other boys would even talk to him these days, as most of them were fairly jealous of his being a favorite of the boss, or of the gifts that his regular clients gave him.<br><br>"Seems like you were hungry. Hey, Sid, can we get some cake, too?" The bartender came back with two pieces of thick chocolate cake, and this Robbie dug into with gusto. He loved sweets of all kinds, anything sweet. He ate more sweets than normal foods, really. 
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