MyGothPimp, Night One
Noah felt his cock squirm inside his grey boxer briefs. The waitress in the diner was really hot. She had a nice tits and long black hair. Probably Puerto Rican or something. They gave good head, he thought. He wondered if she had a boyfriend. She really hadn't looked much at him.
He knew he looked a little beat. He had gotten into town on a Greyhound, after the horrible argument with his father. Two days now without a shower. He nursed his coffee and remembered the grilled cheese he had practically swallowed whole. At $3.99 it was the lowest priced thing on the menu, and he was down to ten bucks. New York wasn't cheap.
It was still hot outside even though it was after 2:00 AM. Thank goodness for that. Imagine if he had bailed out of Binghamton in the winter. He stared at his back pack, filled with a few clothes and a toothbrush. He should have grabbed some deodorant, he thought, as he caught the smell of his pits again, or at least put on something more than a wife-beater.
Noah caught the waitress's eye and cadged another cup of coffee, adding lots of milk and sugar. She told him he wasn't allowed to sit there "all night". He chatted her up but she was cautious. She was 23, six years older than him, and she said "Yeah right. Listen, I get hit on a lot in here."
She knew there would be no tip, so she punched out fifteen minutes later and left. Noah just sighed and sipped his water. He thought back to the encounter with the guy outside that club.
The guy was about 28 and pretty gay. Noah thought he was trying to pick him up and get him to go inside the bar with him, but after they smoked two cigarettes he was less certain. They just stood on the sidewalk talking, with the gay guy making vague references to how you "could make a lot of money in this town."
Noah needed money, but when he pressed, the gay guy just said "I know people". Noah was pretty sure that this meant something illegal, or worse, gay. He knew guys would prostitute themselves for money, he'd seen that in a movie or something, and guys back at his high school joked about Mr. Nevins, the math teacher, paying dudes for sex.
He was getting pretty desperate. A room with a bed and an air conditioner, would be sweet. So would a shower and a real, big meal. Maybe meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Anyway, he returned to the conversation, and remembered the gay guy saying he could introduce Noah to someone with money. Someone who could help Noah make money. But it was all too odd and cryptic.
Noah brushed the hair out of his face. He guessed he needed a haircut too. His hair was down to his shoulders now and maybe the Puerto Rican waitress didn't like him because he was blond. But he didn't have any money for a cheeseburger let alone a haircut. Fuck her, rude bitch.
He looked at his cell phone. How long until his old man cut that off. If he got some money he'd go pay for another month on his own. He stared at the phone number the gay guy had given him for "the guy who could help him make money."
He touched the number without thinking. It started to ring. Noah put it on speaker. It rang softly eight times, and finally a deep male voice said "Yo."
Noah spoke quietly into his cell. "Hey, my name's Noah. This dude named Andrew gave me your number. He said that you help guys like me make some money. Something about a kind of a job, I guess, or something. I'm just in to New York and need to find a place to crash."
"Put us on Facetime" the money guy said.
Noah turned the app on and saw a long, white face. The dude was about 25 and had thick, long black hair and had a piercing in his left eyebrow, two studs below his lower lip and a hoop in his right nostril. Cool, he thought. Looks like a vampire!
"How old are you?" the vampire guy asked.
"19" Noah lied.
"Meet me at Stray. It's a bar at Columbus Circle. Got a green sign. Five minutes." He disconnected.
Noah jumped up, grabbing his backpack, and hitched up his black Levi slim fits. He paid the check with six of his remaining ten bucks and asked for directions to Columbus Circle.
Walking fast, he was there in four minutes, and gingerly opened the bar's door, not sure what kind of place it was. Trance music hit him like a wall, and he searched frantically for the guy with the black hair. He was sitting in a booth in the back with a really skinny girl in fishnets and mini skirt. He motioned with his eyes for her to beat it, and Noah sauntered over. "Sit" the vampire guy whispered. Funny he could hear him over the music.
The guy just looked over at the bartender and as if reading his mind, the bartender delivered two rum and cokes. "What's your name, boy?" the older guy asked Noah.
He told him but no name was offered in return. Noah sipped his drink, trying not to look too out of his league or too happy for a free drink.
"So you want to make some money. Andrew seems to find poor, out of money punks like you. Some of them want to work. Others just waste my time and piss me off. Which one are you?"
"I want to work. I need some money. Left home a couple of days ago. Kind of like homeless now, I guess."
"Who cares" said the vampire. "Do you suck cock?"
Noah choked on his drink. Pretty fucking direct. "What?"
"You heard me. I can send you out on dates and you can make good money in this town. We'll kind of split it. But I can't have any complaints. Customers can't say that you got your teeth on their cocks, or that you gagged swallowing their cum."
Noah literally didn't know what to say, but it didn't matter much as he was getting really fucked up fast. The vampire looking guy snapped his fingers and the bartender came over. He lifted Noah up in his arms and carried him up the back stairs.
Noah woke up around ten the next morning. His ankles and wrists were tied up to the legs and arm rests of a big black, wooden chair. He was only wearing his underwear. His mouth was dry and he looked down and saw he had pissed himself. On the wall was a flat screen. It kept repeating the same video in a two minute loop, showing him having a cock shoved in his mouth, over and over until a tall thin figure wearing black leather pants howled and shot his load in Noah's mouth.
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