Money’s Worth

Terry glanced down to check the address he had scrawled on the little sliver of paper in his hand. The address was correct, so this was supposed to be the place, but…

Terry just couldn’t believe that this was the place that Nikita had asked for him to come to. Considering the other man’s usual tastes, Terry had been expecting a place much more ostentatious. The building in front of him looked old and run down, crammed into a trashy back alley. But when he finally opened the door he was amazed by the radical difference of the building’s interior.

Unlike the old, dirty, stone facing, the inside of the building held a feeling that was soft and luxurious. Gentle music played as a backdrop to a surprising spacious entryway. All the room’s surfaces, from the marble tiles to the leather seating, looked high-class and they probably all had a price tag to match.

Shaking off the slight daze he had fallen into, Terry sheepishly made his way over to the front desk, were a man was waiting for him. He felt self conscious in his pair of old worn-out jeans and a ratty t-shirt. Standing in the midst of such a high-class setting, he felt even more like the poor-class college student than he usually did.

Thankfully, Nikita must have informed them he would be coming because without Terry saying a word, the man behind the desk informed him on which room to go to and how to get there.

Or maybe not so thankfully, Terry thought as he got into the elevator. He was irritated that the presumptuous bastard had been so assured that Terry would take him up on his offer that he would inform the front desk that he would be coming.

That thought made Terry want to turn right around and leave. His pride berated him for letting this rich, smug bastard treat him like some kind of fucking “call boy”. But then the hungry faces of his two younger siblings flashed in his mind, and he knew he couldn’t just leave. He needed the money Nikita was offering.



“I’m so glad you found the place alright,” He was greeted when he finally made it to Nikita’s room. Looking at him Terry had to resist the urge to forcibly wipe that stupid, knowing smirk off the other man’s pretty face. The blonde offered him a glass of wine, which Terry just shook his head at. He would rather just get this over with.
Nikita chuckled. “My, my. What’s your hurry?” He teased as he gracefully seated himself on the room’s large leather sofa. “I thought we could take some time and get to know each other a little better. I see you every week in class, but we’ve never really talked before now,” he took a long drag of the cigarette in his hand and threw Terry a speculative look.

“No thanks. If we aren’t going to get on with this I’d rather just go home.” Terry said as he prepared to turn around and leave.

The blonde gave an exaggerated sigh, with the kind of petulance that a spoiled child has when things aren’t going his way. “Fine, then. Take off your clothes.”

“What?!” Terry was annoyed at being ordered around.

“You heard me. I want to see if I will be getting my money’s worth in this transaction.” He brought out a wad of cash into Terry’s line of sight, smirking as he saw Terry’s bright blue eyes hone in on the greenbacks like a hawk on a mouse. “Come here and take off your clothes. I want to see.”

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