She’s a pretty girl, don’t get me wrong, if a little young for me. But I’m at least mostly gay and even if I wasn’t, I can’t ‘get it up’ for anybody, anyway. Ugh, I don’t want to think about that. See? As soon as I stop moving, my mind starts spinning, chewing on things I can’t do shit about. Moving on.
She’s a sweet-looking rich girl with soft brunette hair and bright hazel eyes, perfect skin dusted with freckles, a ballerina’s figure and the kind of clothes that scream ‘old money’. She doesn’t do a thing for me, attraction-wise.
“Um, I need to go,” I insist, as kindly as I can. “I was just making sure no one was hurt–”
“I’d like to hire you, Tommy,” she blurts out. Her lip trembles and she seems to waffle a bit, before stiffening her spine. She has some gumption to her, I’ll give her that. But I have a really bad feeling about this.
There is no way she wants to pay me for…that, is there?? No way.But then again, I’ve been bought and paid for so many times, by so many different kinds of people, I suppose it’s possible. I used to be able to fuck on command, but it’s been a while since I was able to, um, well… keep my dick hard. Or cum, even by myself. Men don’t care about that, usually–just happy to get themselves off–but I can’t exactly fuck a woman with a softie.
Yeah, a softie. Because my stupid dick worked fine for years and years of toxic shit, but now that I’m out of it, now that my life is my own and I’m not under anyone’s control or in anyone’s debt, it wants to act up.
“Hire me for…what? I’m already working here.”Don’t say sex, don’t say sex.
“Lexie? What are you doing?” Another girl comes out from around the corner, just as obviously wealthy and lovely as this one. She’s tall and blonde, with blue eyes, vaguely eastern European features, and a soft, rounded body that is timelessly lovely. Her eyes are puffy, her nose bright red, and her cheeks are flushed and lined with tear-tracks. She blinks at me in confusion, and I blink back at her, not sure what’s going on, either.
“I’m getting you a date to the summit!” Lexie announced triumphantly. She waves her arms at me like I’m the prize on a game show.
I blanch at the same moment this other girl does, and we both protest.
“Lexie, that’s crazy!”
“I’m really not interested–” I say, then snap my mouth shut when they both look at me sharply. Lexie with outrage, and the crying girl with self-conscious, humiliated hurt.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispers, her face beet red. “Ignore her.”
“Kira!” Lexie protests. “This is exactly what we need to stick it to that ass-face Brian! Look at this guy! He’s a hot, older guy in great shape with a handsome face. Sure, he’s a little dirty–”
“Um…” I attempt to interrupt, but Lexie is on a roll.
“--but I bet he cleans up really well! You’ll go to the summit looking like you’resoover Brian! He needs to be knocked down a peg!”
The other girl, Kira, puts a palm over her face and peeks at me through her fingers. “You can go,” she mumbles to me. “Really. Ignore her.”
“It’s really not anything against you,” I say earnestly, not liking how obviously ashamed she is. “I’m just mostly gay, that’s all. So, I’m not really-”
“Oh, that’s even better!” Lexie jumps on my words. “It’s not a real date, it’s just a job! I’ll pay you tons of money!”
“I have a job,” I hook my thumb over my shoulder, pointing back the way I came. “I’m…redoing your gardens,” I trail off weakly, her last words catching my attention belatedly.
Tons of money, you say?Now I’m a little interested, so…so maybe my voice isn’t as firm as it should be; so maybe I’m suddenly actually alright with doing whatever they want since it doesn’t seem like I need a working dick for the job. So maybe I’m a pushover for cash. Sue me. Fuck you.
“I’ll double it,” Lexie says seriously, and if anything can get my worthless dick hard, it would be words like this. “Whatever they’re paying you per week, I’ll double–no, triple it! And all you have to do is lounge around Kira’s uncle’s huge-ass mansion and eat fantastic food and swim in a gorgeous lake and act like you’re head-over-heels for Kira. It’s only one week! What do you make?”
She doesn’t even know what I make??And she’s making an offer like that?
I can’t deny the fact that I’m an opportunist. I don’t mind taking a risk when it seems like I can’t lose. I don’t mind taking advantage of people a little when they make it so damn easy, if it doesn’t really hurt anyone. So I lie.
“I get paid five grand a week, here. You’re telling me you’ll triple that?”
I get paid one-tenth of five grand a week, actually. But I see it this way–she’ll either balk and let me off the hook, or I’m about to make a ton of money.
“So I’ll only need to pay you fifteen?” Lexie blinks, then grins like she’s getting a deal–like she found a name-brand cereal on sale at the bargain bin store. Or at least, that’s how I think I look when I find something like that. “I mean, um, you drive a hard bargain, but I’m a woman of my word. Fifteen it is.”
Shit, I should’ve aimed higher.Although, to be fair, I have absolutely no context for what “aiming higher” really means. “Aiming higher” for me is usually deciding to buy a bus ticket rather than walk on rainy days. Saying I make…what, like, eight grand a week? Would that have been aiming higher? Ten? The fuckingthoughtof making ten grand a week is so absurd that I can’t actually picture myself saying it, even as a lie.
“Lexie, we can’t do this,” Kira says, and I look her over as I start to take this much more fucking seriously.
“How old are you?” I ask skeptically. “I’m twenty-six. It would look creepy if I was into someone who can’t even drink.”
