A/N: They meet again
The next night, he was buggered till the energy’d been drained outta him. He could feel himself being thrown around the dim room like a rag doll while he held on to his client’s body by digging his long painted acrylic nails into his bare back, being sodomized by a man with a seemingly never-ending hunger for his soft flesh and his pomegranate red lips as he kissed and bit into them…But, through it all, Ben (or for the time being, to cater to his client’s fetishes, Bianca) felt like he was far away, not even in the brothel, but across the street romancing the girl in yellow under a neon sign that cast a glaring red light upon them. He wished to be with her in that bed upon which he was flung just then. He lay on his tummy, shutting his eyes as he felt that familiar squeeze before his effeminate cheeks were pried open. As his client lay atop him, heaving up and down, thrusting into him vigorously, he drifted off to dream about her and how that one kiss had opened something up in him. Something which till then had been buried under heaps of lust.
He wasn’t himself as he walked down Soho with his mates later. They’d decided on dinner at a new Italian restaurant instead of the usual drinks since Shawn worried that he might pass out the way things were going with his energetic, Viagra-fueled clients and since Terry was always hungry after sex (who wasn’t? – the pig defended himself). Rookie Rick had already bagged himself a threesome by batting his eyelashes sultrily and winking seductively with his beautiful blue eyes and had to be stopped midway through his loud boasting as they entered the fancy, jam-packed restaurant, determined to spend their hard earned money that night. Fortunately, they were alloted a table next to the window with a view of shoppers and youthful partiers going past. But, their absent minded friend was far more interested in another view.
She’d caught his eye too, waving at him with a grin while Trish pulled her along as they followed the strict Joy-boy to a table in the corner. They continued to steal glances, leaving their respective pasta dishes untouched on their plates and hardly touching the wine. None of their friends bothered to notice and the rest of the women dressed in all their finery could care less since this was the first time Joy-boy had taken his workforce out, especially to a place this fancy just to celebrate the tenth anniversary of Madame Erotica’s London branch!
He finally got her to himself once the prostitutes loyally followed their moustached pimp out after dinner and the boys attempted to hail a cab while also chatting excitedly amongst themselves, occasionally giving the young Ricky a hard time by messing his hair up and what not. “Oi, aren’t ya comin? Don’t keep Joy-boy waitin! Ya know he doesn’t like it.” Trish reminded, calling to her as she deliberately lagged behind. “Just tell him I’m gonna be with, uh, a client. Just go. I’ll be along shortly, kay?” she quickly ordered, spotting him stroll nonchalantly towards her after seeing the boys off. She felt her pimp’s cautious eyes drill into her as he watched from afar, suspicious of this man who was walking towards one of his prized possessions. “Right. Him. Of course! Well, don’t be long…an’ be a good girl, yeah?” Trish realized, letting her be before running off to put ol Joy-boy at ease. The lovebirds resumed their romance, embracing each other as soon as the brothel owner and his ladies had sped off, leaving them to regale in each other’s company- alone, only surrounded by sweet, serenading music emanating from the restaurant and the smell of aromatic herbs that wafted out from its kitchen.
“You again. Out with friends?” she asked, smiling as she freed herself from his embrace, his fragrance clinging on to her as she pulled back. “Aye. Ya too? The moustached man in the gaudy suit – he a friend…or an ex?” he was quick to jump to conclusions, taking her by surprise with his question. “Don’t get jealous. It doesn’t suit ya. Besides, not to be mean or anythin, but I think ya should stick your own business, Mr. Business Man. Don’t stick your nose in mine, kay? It won’t earn ya a second date, ya know?” she warned, disappointed on hearing him and knowing how to tackle suspicious men such as himself. She’d encountered and dealt with many a suspicious men before: Joy-boy included. “Neither will that!” she continued, swatting his arm away as she felt him try to cop a feel. She knew how to deal with overanxious men too. “Oi, that hurt!” he cried out in pain, quickly withdrawing his arm and hurt by her refusal to let him get any closer. “Just…let’s just take things slow, kay? I don’t wanna ruin things between us. I really like ya, Ben.” she whispered, her lips just inches away from his as she stood tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his lanky frame. A kissable distance and he lustfully longed to taste her, but she seemed to thwart any attempt he made at a lip-lock! “I really like ya too…babe!” he whispered back teasingly, giving in to her wishes understandingly and lovingly nuzzling their noses together as he spoke while she purred at his loving gesture. His teasing comment, however, elicited a playful whack from her!