O N E S H O T S (Frerard)

Feeling This (Part 1)

Gerard's POV

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The 'entertaining' business is not nearly as bad as others put it out to be. I've been on the job for about 10 years and I've been doing just fine.

I started out in the business as a street walker. I would walk up and down East Grace Street with my skimpiest clothing, waiting for some random horny guy to pick me up.

I was pretty plain then; My brown fluffy hair hardly stood out and all my clothes were a little too baggy. I didn't understand that, to attract more customers, you have to become more noticeable. I didn't learn that until I had met my friend Karlen. He had been street walking for years before I had. We became close friends after a couple weeks and he taught me the logistics of it all.

Two week later and I had bright fucking red hair. The only way to describe it is.... well, I had Ronald Mcdonald hair. Somehow I managed to pull it off really well.

That's another thing about being in the 'entertainment' business, you have to be confident about your body and you have to be comfortable with the way you look. And honestly, I'd fuck me. I mean, I've got a really nice body. My hips curve out more than most guys' and I've got the whole 'Pretty Boy' thing going for me. With the right shirt and pants, I could probably make a guy come right in his slacks just by looking at me. Then again, I always wore the same outfit on my nightly adventures ; Very tight leather pants, a dark gray tank that had the sleeves cut off- I'm actually surprised it hadn't completely torn apart by the time I stopped working the streets- and a pair of boots that were probably meant for women.

Karlen, on the other hand is the total opposite.

Karlen's hair is this bright blue and all he wears are shirts that are torn down the sides with almost see-through leggings and fucking Stilettos. He's a fucking pro at this. Most guys that come here are twinks and he's exactly their type. I'm more of a bear magnet, with my feminine features and all. He's got these giant muscles and tattoos completely covering his arms. There's two metal rings on the left side of his lip that he's constantly bitching about. Apparently, some customers get a little too over excited and like to bite at them. Sure, it's a turn on for someone to bite your lip, but when they're almost tearing the jewelry out of your face, it's not so fun.

He was kind of my mentor before I joined the house. I feel a bit bad for leaving him, but he's happy where he is now. Still ruling the streets like a fucking king. We still talk on occasion, but the house doesn't quite like us talking to street walkers. The house has some very strict rules when it comes to the business of pleasure. They don't want anyone stealing our clients.

The house is a small organization that has about twelve houses throughout New Jersey. Six of the houses are for the women in the business, and the other six are for the men. It's almost like a sorority. We have rules and rooms personally assigned to each one of us. In these rooms that are drenched in satin and candles, we entertain our guests. We have assigned clients that we see once a week. The average entertainer has about 18 clients per week. Scoring new clients is like scoring the lottery, it's fucking great. The big bosses start to notice you more and it gets you more credit in the long run.

I've brought in 20 new clients alone in the past 2 weeks. I basically rule the house, which means I get the apartment on the top floor where it's much nicer to entertain your guests. Not to mention I get a free place to live with a nice living room, bathroom, kitchen, and bedroom.

Oh yeah, and more options for surfaces to be fucked on.

Out of my 50 clients, I have 3 favorites.

I happen to be a very submissive bottom, which is rare in this industry. I let the clients do basically anything their heart desires. And that's why my top 3 favorites are indeed my top 3.

The first is Ryan.

Ryan is a big fan of BDSM. He's probably the kinkiest of them all, but he never forgets to take care of me. I've only needed to use a safe word with him once, and he stopped immediately.

He's not who you'd expect a top to be. He's quite tall, has big doe eyes, shaggy brown hair, and wears shit tons of makeup. I usually like guys that are shorter than me but he manages to be my exception. Ryan also pays the most for my services, which is nice.

Next is Andy.

Andy meets the perfect description of a top. He's about my height, always looks like he just came from a gym of some sort, and has tattoos littering his body. Boy, do I love to lick over those.

His biggest kink is kitten play. I think that's probably why he's in my top 3. I really like to dress up in pretty lingerie and wear butt plugs and basically anything along those lines. Don't even get me started on how nice it is to fucking call someone master. I absolutely love being used.

Best for last, Frankie.

Frank is one of those guys who you can almost never tell if he's a top or a bottom. For us, it usually depends on how his day at work was. I can always tell when he just needs a dick in his ass or when he needs his dick in someone else's. The biggest indicator is whether he has his glasses on. Usually when he has his glasses on, he feels less of the need to fuck the shit out of someone. Those are usually the days he rides me or the days he wants to take it slow so he can feel everything.

It's funny, I think he's the only client who's actually paid extra for time to talk, not that I mind. I could talk to him for hours. We actually have a bunch in common that doesn't have to do with sex. It kind of feels wrong, though, like he's paying for my friendship. I'd love to be friends outside all of this, but rules are rules and relationships with clients outside of the house is prohibited.

Frank is shorter than me- big bonus- but bigger than me in other regions- also a big bonus. He's got really nice honey-hazel eyes and this button noes that drives me crazy. There's two small holes from where his piercings used to be, as he's told me, on his lip and the side of his nose. His hair is to his shoulders- oh god that turns me on, it's so much easier to pull on- and curls at the ends.He has tons and tons of tattoos, but my favorite is the scorpion on his neck. Sucking on that spot makes him go absolutely crazy.

I think my absolute favorite expression of his is right after he comes. His eyes roll back into his head as his mouth gapes open, letting those whorish moans fill the room. Sometimes I wish I could just take a picture and make it my phone background.

Other than being a terrific fuck, he happens to be an all around great guy.

(( HOPE YOU LIKED THE FIRST PART, MOTHERFUCKER. I LOVE YOU AND YOUR KINKY ASS.

Be kind and fuck my 'hind

have a great day my friends.

xx Frank))