LIVING AIN'T CHEAP
Enrique
I covered my crotch area, surprised to see Marshall of all people here. I didn't want him to see me like this. He would probably judge me. But he doesn't know why I'm doing this. He grabbed my wrist tightly.
"What're you doing here?" He asked. I was too stunned to speak. I felt hot when he grabbed me tightly. Not the bad kind. No. But the good kind.
I didn't answer him, just stared into his blue eyes. He was concerned for me, I can see it in his eyes. Suddenly, he pushed me back and pinned me to the wall. My bare back hit the cold wall and I felt shivers go through my body. The jacket I had covering me was dropped. I looked down.
His crotch was touching my crotch. I blushed. I also felt that he was turned on. His crotch was rock-hard. I gulped and looked up to him looking down at me.
"Why are you doing this?!" He asked loudly. I cowered in fear, not wanting him to hurt me.
"Please step back." I said softly. Marshall looked down, seeing that he was still holding onto my wrist. He let go and stepped back.
"I'm sorry, En. I didn't mean to hurt you." He said. He turned around and picked up the jacket and handed it to me. I put it over myself to cover my top body.
"So, what are you doing here?" He asked.
"Working." I said. I hope he doesn't ask for more information.
"Why?" He asked. I made eye contact with him.
"Acting isn't enough. And living ain't cheap." I said. He began to step closer to me.
"What are YOU doing here?" I asked him, turning the tables.
"I was, uh. I came to..." He began to stutter his words. Judging from his hard-on and flustered expression, I connected the dots.
"You're here to get a dance from a guy, huh?" I said. He blushed.
"No! You're wrong! I needed a drink!" He said.
"So you walked into a dark sketchy alley and didn't see the guys getting their dicks sucked or the skimpy dressed men dancing? And you stayed?" I said.
"It's not what it looks like!" He said. He was much closer to me, practically pinning me on the wall with his larger, more muscular body. I once again felt his hard-on brushing on my crotch. I felt myself harden too.
"Oh yeah? Cause to me, it looks like you want a guy to dance on you. What's wrong? Need to fuck a guy? Want to experiment? Or did you want to see me?" I asked. I was playing with fire. I've seen Marshall angry before. The first time we met. The look in his eyes scared me.
"Shut up!" He said, much closer.
"If you want, I could offer myself to you-"
He cut me off by kissing me.
His lips were soft and he tasted of cigars and cinnamon. I closed my eyes and accepted the kiss. He brought his hands to my back and coddled me while continuing to kiss me. He then pulled away.
"Are you able to pay rent?" He asked me, his face back to neutral. It was like he never kissed me. He looked away, not looking down at me. I felt a bit hurt. Maybe he didn't like the kiss.
"Barely. I have to work extra hours." I said. I can't believe I'm opening up to him.
"How much do you get an hour?" He asked, still not looking at me.
"I don't. I get paid for every guy I dance with." I said. His eyes flashed anger. Was he jealous?
"Have you..." He began saying but didn't finish.
"Have I..." I said. I had no idea what he was trying to say.
"Have you...." He started to say. He looked nervous.
"Just tell me what I have done!" I asked. He turned and looked at me before turning away. His face flushed red.
"Have you had sex with any of the guys yet?" He asked. I chuckled.
"No. I'm a stripper. Not a prostitute." I said. He sighed in relief.
"Great." He said, no expression in his voice.
"Move in with me." He said. I quickly looked back up at him. He looked at me too.
"Are you serious?" I asked.
"Yes. Move in with me. You'll save on money. And we can carpool to the studio everyday." He said. But I couldn't help wondering if he was also expecting more from us living together.
"You sure I won't be a bother?" I asked.
"No. Never." He said. My heart jumped.
"Fine. But we need to set some rules." I said.
"Okay. First: you cook. I can't cook for my life." He said.
"Perfect. Second: no staying up too late. I need beauty sleep." I said. He laughed.
"Deal. Third: no inviting people over unless the other is aware." He said.
"Done. And fourth: no funny business between us. Separate bed, separate rooms." I said. His face pinged with humiliation and sadness. He huffed.
"Fine." He grabbed my wrist.
"Put your clothes on. We're leaving." He said.
"Where?"
"Home." He said. Home. That's what I have to call it now.
I put on my clothes. I felt Marshall watching me. I had to remove my underwear. I asked Marshall to turn around. He did but I can feel his eyes on me. We got into his car and drove to my home.
"This is where you live?" He asked. He looked around.
"Yeah. Don't enjoy it, but it does its job." I said. I packed the items I brought with me when I first moved here. I took clothes, photos, and anything I liked.
"Can I take these? They look nice." He said. I turned to him and saw him holding some Mexican dishes. I shrugged and he punched the air in excitement.
After packing everything in my bags, I went to the front door.
"I'll come back tomorrow and get the rest. And I'll turn over the keys." I told him. I got into my car to drive it to his place.
We drove through the night streets. Neon signs flashed and people entered cinemas. I saw a young boy with his mother and father, coming out of a cinema room and laughing.
We reached his house. It was much bigger than mine. I entered his front lawn and parked my car in a spare spot. I turned it off and exited the car, taking some of the stuff. Marshall was behind me holding the rest.
"Is it fine if I sleep on the couch tonight? I am way too exhausted." I asked Marshall.
"Of course. I'll go get a blanket." He said. He disappeared into one of the several rooms in the home. I got a good look around. It was dark but everything was so organized.
"Here you go." He said. I layed on his couch, enjoying its soft texture. I sunk into it, and Marshall draped the blanket over my body.
"Goodnight." He said, his voice sweet.
"Night." I said.
And before I knew it, I had fallen asleep. I was now asleep in a new home. It wasn't the house itself that was the home. But who was in it. Marshall. I knew I liked him. Why else would he have been hard after watching me? I didn't know why he was at Dreamer's Paradise. He kissed me. He kissed ME! This is definitely a scandal. If the public knew about that kiss, the movie is done for.
I'm a Mexican. I stripped. I kissed Marshall. Could I be more problematic?
Nevertheless, I slept like a baby that night. I had nothing but sweet dreams.
And in my sweet dreams, I imagined my Mama, Papa, and Marshall clapping for me as I won an Oscar. I knew it was a dream. My Mama and Papa were dead. And there was no way I could win an Oscar.
But Marshall was in it. He was happy. And I knew that THAT was real.
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on this day (04/23) 18 years ago, a miracle was brought into this world. also i was born. um, yeah. i'm finally 18. much closer now to my death.
bye! i love myself and you all!