A/N: Right before we plunge into the red light once more, just gonna wish my fellow Indians an’ everyone else a bountiful festival o’ lights. Happy Diwali🎊
Also, this chapter has someone gettin his lights punched out…Not gonna spoil it though…Happy readin!
“How could ya lie to me bout this…? Ya knew I didn’t want to date another prostitute an’ yet…” Ben muttered through clenched teeth as he confronted Shawn about it. “Ya can’t afford to be picky, ya know…” Terry interrupted jokingly, trying to ease the tension between the two. “I wasn’t talkin to ya, Ter, so bug out! I was talkin to im. He asked me to go out with er in the first place. I asked ya not to meddle in my affairs, but ya went ahead an’ did anyway! I could’ve just walked into a decent coffee shop an’ found myself someone who didn’t shag people for money. I didn’t need yer bloody blind dates! I was fine by myself.” he snapped, screaming out accusingly. “No, ya weren’t! An’ don’t say ya were, cuz ya weren’t!” Shawn screamed back, standing his ground and defending his actions to his upset friend. “I think we’ve established that, Shawn.” Terry chimed in, yet again. “Ya knew it too, Ter. He was a confused git before we introduced him to Tina. Mate, ya were gay one day, straight the next…once ya were bi too! Atleast with Tina, ya knew ya loved someone…An’ that the someone ya loved…well, she loved ya back, didn’t she?” Shawn reminded, looking to Terry for confirmation. “An’ don’t get me started on datin people outside the red light district! They’re not all turned on by us, mate. Some of em despise us. Are put off by what we do. They think we chose this profession! An’ how d’you know your coffee shop girlfriend would accept ya once she found out ya buggered men, eh, genius? She’d probably ostracize ya! Atleast, Tina knows what it’s like, to be trapped in this bloody place! She’d understand…She’d accept ya for who ya are. She’s the best we could find, mate.” Shawn continued. “No, she’s just a cheap prostitute ya hired to make me feel better! All my life…just lie after lie…an’ I’m bloomin sick o’ it! Just fuckin get out, ya lot!” Ben ordered stubbornly, shooing them out. He was too angry to listen. “Fine, be that way! We were just tryin to help. Your mum pushed ya into this…but we, bein your mates, we were tryin to pull ya outta this, ya dick! We helped ya find love…but, you’re too blind to see that, I s’posse. You’re just blind an’ oblivious to everythin, arentcha, Ben?” a hurt Shawn snorted, before Terry led him out. They could hear him sniffling as they left.
“Oh…brilliant! My present’s manipulative, my future’s a lie…an’ now, my past’s ere to haunt me!” he grumbled, deciding to head out once he’d composed himself. He didn’t really want to see anyone right now. Especially not Dennis, whom he saw step out from his town car on the curb downstairs. Through the solitary window in the dressing room, he could see the street below and the protests which erupted. He was intent on seeing the angry mob of drag queens, prostitutes, pimps,et al, lynch his ex flame, but no such luck as the MP pushed his way through the crowd and was ushered into the brothel by Ben’s mum. Ben appeared quizzical as to what was going on, but he knew mum had a trick up her sleeve as he would find out soon enough. “Just a minute, Mr. Rixon. I’ve gotta fix up the office. It’s a bit smoky.” he heard her whisper from the doorway, before hurrying away up the stairs. He saw Dennis follow behind, deciding to explore the hallways on his own, stopping at each room to take in the scent of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume. It was too late for Ben to escape now. Not without bumping into Dennis, anyway. He prayed the wicked man wouldn’t stop at or enter the dressing room. In case the man came near him, Ben was prepared, balling his fist as that repressed anger came to the fore. He heard the door creak and the politician peep in. A surprised look on his face, on seeing Ben glare back at him.
“The tiger’s outta his cage an’ on the prowl! Well, well…if it isn’t my babe…” Dennis teased, his old charming self as he inched closer. “Call me that again an’ see what happens!” Ben threatened, clenching his teeth as he backed up against the dressing table. “Is my babe angry at me? Are ya, tigress? I like the stubble, by the way. Gives your previous clean shaven look a run for its money. It’s more sexy too. ” Dennis whispered charmingly, making him flinch as he reached out to caress his lip. “Dontcha come near me, ya bastard! Don’t even dare touch me!” a sneering Ben flared up, swatting his arm away. “Ya know what happened the last time someone dared me to do somethin…I walked away with ya, my prized tigress!” a boisterous Dennis reminded of that fateful night in Hyde Park. He looked around, hoping no-one was around to see or hear them, before continuing suggestively- “C’mon, let’s go somewhere nice. Let’s do somethin fun…away from this chaos. In fact, if ya like, we can stay here and do somethin fun as well. Things might get even more chaotic! What d’you say, babe?” Ben scrunched his face up in disgust as Dennis pressed up against him and he felt his erection. He tried to force himself on Ben. This was the last straw! “Ooh…I know! Let’s get plastered on some Pinot Noir an’ ya can call yer mates o’er to rape me like the last time! Isn’t that yer idea o’ fun, ya bastard?!” Ben let out all that repressed anger now, as he pushed him off, grabbing him by the collar and pinning him against the window. It cracked under their weight and blood trickled down Dennis’ head as it hit the glass.
“Sounds like my babe’s still angry at me for that night. C’mon…babe, ya enjoyed it! We all did!” Dennis whispered, teasingly. “I did not, ya sick bastard! What we had was special!” Ben cried out, still carrying that betrayal in his heart. “What your mum an’ I have is special too. She’s promised me a sweet deal. All the prostitutes I want, if I spare the brothel…hers, at least. Now, how could I refuse that, eh? I’m only a man. I’ll change my mind bout closin this place down, if she throws ya into the deal. You’ve always been my favorite, my special one! ” Dennis revealed, cunningly. “Tough luck…I just quit!” Ben retorted, shoving him against the window once more, this time harder. “Too bad. How bout a quickie before ya leave, then? A farewell present of sorts?” Dennis suggested, resorting to old tricks once more as he leaned forward, quickly overpowering Ben and pushing him to the floor. “Consider this a farewell present, mate!” Ben kneed the corrupt politician as he pinned him to the floor of the dressing room and tried to have his way with him.
“Ya messed with the wrong man, babe! Try that again…An’ see what happens, ya bastard!” Ben grimaced as Dennis kicked him swiftly in the side once or twice once he’d recovered from the knee to his family jewels.
Ben groaned, watching as Dennis began to head towards the door, preparing to lock it so they’d have some privacy. His plan was foiled as Ben stood up groggily, before tackling him to the floor. “Ya ruined my life…! Ya an’ yer college mates! Ya perverted bastards!” Ben let out a battle cry as he punched him repeatedly, drawing blood. “Oh, baby, hit me one more time!” the corny American exclaimed saucily, spitting out blood as their fight continued even outside the dressing room. Ben tried to throttle him, but was cut off by a swift punch to his cheek from Dennis, whose university ring left its mark on Ben’s skin. They exchanged punches, while the inhabitants of the brothel gathered to watch in bewilderment.
“Get off him! I thought you’d left, Ben! Get off him, Benedict! This instant! Security! Bosco, Lionel…get im out! Mr. Rixon, are ya alright? Get im out! I hope this doesn’t change anythin, Mr. Rixon. I’m awfully sorry bout my son.” his mum interrupted their fight, trying to pull the bruised and bloodied men off each other before the bouncers stepped in. Ben scowled as his mother handed her hanky to Dennis to dab at his cuts and straightened his tie and suit for him. “That’s alright, ma’ am. She’s always been a feisty, slutty thing!” Dennis accepted her apology, smirking as he wiped a speck of blood from the corner of his mouth and tasted it, licking his lips like a sly fox before Ben was accosted outside and dropped off on the curb with a warning.