It’s only been three hours into the shift, but I’m already exhausted.

My hole has been filled, my throat has been used, my balls have been drained, and my entire body aches.

And now onto the fifth client of the evening…

Walking back towards the main site for my next client, my footsteps slow down as I spot a familiar face standing near the desk, his blue eyes scanning the open space we’re both in.

I smile when I realise that he hasn’t spotted me yet.

This is the fourth time he’s come here this week. Is he here for me?

Who am I kidding? I know he is.

As I walk through the room and cross the space between us, Gideon finally notices me. He stands up straighter as he reaches out for my hand, wrapping his fingers around mine.

“I thought you were finally getting over me, Gideon.”

He grins.

“Never. I’ll never get over you, Victor.”

My throat dries up and my heart beats a little faster when I hear him call me by my name. So far, it’s always been sweetness, so this is new.

A good type of new.

His fingers curl even tighter around mine as he squeezes my hand before his tips his head downwards to speak quietly.

“How much is it to have you for the rest of the night, sweetness? Or for however long you’re still here until your shift is over?”

His words catch me off-guard.

A little shocked, I meet his eyes before I murmur out my answer to him.

“You’ll need to discuss that with Dominic, he’s the one who arranges everything here.”

Gideon nods as he pulls his hand away from mine and takes a step back.

“Let me speak with him, sweetness.”

He says as he turns around, walking to where Dom is standing.

My eyes move to the clock that’s on the wall as I read the time.

02:14

Six more hours until I’m done.

Six more hours with Gideon…

He’s only my client, but…

I don’t know if it’s a good idea to be with him for so long. I can continue servicing him as my client, but I don’t know if I can continue as though he’s just any old client. He’s a repeated client, and he’s come day after day. He’s not a sleazy customer, and he pays me well. He’s not too rough, not too aggressive, but he’s the kind of customer we all hope we get.

Curling my bottom lip between my teeth, I look towards the front of the room where Gideon and Dom are having a conversation.

As my client, Gideon is the best thing to happen to me.

But as everything else…

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“Round three, Gideon?”

I ask as I sit up a little, putting pressure on my forearms, watching him as he begins moving from the bed.

He shakes his head as he presses his palm to my thigh, laughing.

“You’re so needy for me, sweetness. No round three right now, but you can have a little something while we wait.”

I tilt my head a little as I frown at him.

A little something while we wait?

What does he mean by that?

My question is soon answered as he holds my dick between his fingers, dipping his head down low as he wastes no time to put his mouth on me.

Fuck. Me.

I gasp out as I try to stop him, but it makes no difference.

“Gideon, you shouldn’t be–” I can’t even get my words out right. His mouth is already on me as he sucks me and takes me deeper. “F-fuck, Gideon. You shouldn't be doing this.”

I finally manage to say just as he puts one hand on my stomach, holding me firmly against the bed.

With one final suck, Gideon swirls his tongue around my tip as he pulls away from me. He’s still smiling at me.

“Why not, Victor?”

My eyes almost bug out of my head at his question.

Why not?

He knows why not.

“You’re my client, I‘m the one who’s supposed to be servicing you. Please don’t do this.”

He shakes his head at me.

“I want to, sweetness. Besides, this is part of you servicing me. Look at how hard my cock has grown already. Look at how wet my tip is with my cum. So what if I’m the one with his mouth on you? I’m still receiving pleasure from this, sweetness.”

I swallow thickly as I look down at my client.

Sure, he’s hard, but he’s also got his mouth on my dick.

I suppose if he’s getting something out of this, then this will be okay.

Since I don’t make any sound of complaint, Gideon smirks before he puts his mouth back on me.

And fuck me, when he does…

I groan into the room as Gideon takes my entire length into his mouth. My tip hits the back of his throat, and as he swallows me further, that small space tightens.

My fingers dig into the sheets as I throw my head backwards.

Gideon finally moves away from keeping me trapped in his throat but his head continues bobbing up and down my length. He flattens his tongue under my dick as he flicks it against my tip. Humming, he begins torturing me all over again by taking me deep into his throat.

My eyes squeeze shut as I breathe out through my mouth. I’m completely breathless, and I feel like the air isn’t reaching my lungs. This is all so sudden, and all too much.

Finally, Gideon pulls away and gives me a chance to breathe.

“Will you come again, Victor? Would you like to?”

He asks me with an amused expression on his face.

I shake my head furiously.

“N-No. Please, I want to come later with you, Gideon. Don’t make me come just yet.”

With a small chuckle, Gideon moves away from me as he sits up and moves closer. I remain in my position as I stare up at him, my heart pounding in my chest and my dick leaking pre-cum, wondering what I could have possibly done to have landed myself a client like him.

Like me, Gideon seems to be lost in his own thoughts.

Together, we lay in the bed side-by-side, not speaking as we simplylookat each other.

“Will you go on a date with me?”

He asks me suddenly.

My eyes widen and my heart seems to skip a beat.

Yes.

Yes, I’ll go on a date with this extremely beautiful man.

Yes, I’ll go on a date with this man who makes me feel this way about him.

Yes, I’ll go on a date with this man who’s been equally giving as he is selfish with our orgasms.

Yes, I’ll go on a date with my client.

And like that, everything else I’ve been doubting slips away from my mind.

I nod as I smile at him, resting my head against his shoulder.

“Of course I will, Gideon.”

He smiles back at me as he puts his hand above mine, wrapping his fingers around mine.

It’s official; I’m going on a date with him–my client.

I should know better than to get attached…but one date won’t hurt…will it?

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“I’m going on a date.”

I drop the bomb as soon as Diana steps into my bedroom. My sister’s eyes widen as her mouth drops open. She barely reaches me before she jumps, leaping into my arms as she hugs me fiercely.

I laugh, hugging her back briefly before pushing her away, as she makes herself comfortable on my bed.

“You’re going on a date? When the heck were you going to tell me this? Who are you going on a date with?”

Diana manages to ramble out in one big breath.

Smiling at my little sister, I answer each of her questions.

“Yes, I’m going on a date tomorrow. And I’m telling you now since he asked me only a few hours ago.”

She looks at me curiously, her eyebrows furrowing as she takes my hand in hers.

“Victor, please don’t tell me this is someone you met in your workplace.”

My cheeks are flushed and I feel shame shoot through my veins. Looking away from her, I take a deep breath in.

She doesn’t judge me, I do this so that she and I will have a better life since our mother doesn’t care for us, but I hate it whenever she brings it up. It makes me feel low about myself, and even though a job’s a job, admitting I’m a sex worker isn’t something I’m particularly proud of.

“I’ve been seeing him for a couple of days now. Actually, it’s him who’s been seeing me, but we’ve been seeing each other. He’s a client of mine, but he’s asked me out on a date, and I’ve said yes. I need help with something to wear.”

Looking back at my sister, I spot her chewing on her bottom lip as worry shows clear on her face, but she doesn’t comment on anything. Sighing, she moves away from me as she stands up from my bed and walks over to where my clothes are.

Diana flicks through my clothes, and even though she’s only fifteen, the girl knows her stuff. After picking out a couple of pieces, she walks back to the bed as she sits down and drops the pile of clothes beside her.

“Is he hot?” She asks so casually it makes me laugh out loud. Her eyes are on mine and with a giggle of her own, she tips her head to the side. “I’m asking all the good questions here, Victor. Now answer me, is he hot or not?”

Thoughts of Gideon fill my head as I nod towards my sister.

“Very.”

With that answer, she begins to separate the pile into two more sections. I have no idea how she managed to do that from a simple question, but I know she knows what she’s doing, so I don’t make any comments.

“Is he older?”

I hum.

“A little bit.”

If a little bit means over a decade older, then sure. Gideon’s a little older.

“How much older is he?”

I make a sound at the back of my throat, not knowing how to answer that. My entire body is flushed just from thinking about him, and Diana’s questions aren’t helping me.

“He’s a DILF. Let’s just leave it at that.”

Diana ooh’s at that as she stops going through my clothes almost immediately.

Suddenly feeling shy, I lie down on my bed and shove a pillow in my face. I’ve gone red, I know I have.

My sister giggles beside me as she moves so that she’s closer.

“Is my big brother, Victor Gray, blushing?”

She teases as she moves the pillow away.

I snatch it back even though the damage has already been done and my sister’s seen me in this state, and groan into its softness. Diana bursts into a fit of giggles before she lays her head on my chest and wraps her arm around my middle.

Finally, once we’ve both calmed down and I’ve moved the pillow away from my face, she looks up at me.

“I hope the date goes well for you.”

My throat dries up and my heart beats harder in my chest.

I really hope it does.