Best Laid Plan by DC Juris
Published 27th of January 2016 by
Torquere Press
Length: 20K
Contemporary Romance
Disowned by his family for being
transgender, Kale drained his bank account and set out to go as far as the
money would take him. He planned to make a new life for himself. But when the
money stopped, he found himself homeless, his plans pretty much screwed.
Perry set out to pay a male hooker to
slake his lust. Instead he found a handsome young man who insisted he wasn't a
prostitute. A little bit of convincing, a flash of money, and one random
Tuesday turned into once a week, and Perry found himself in dangerous
territory. After all, the plan wasn't to fall in love. Previously published by
Breathless Press.
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Kale peered into the car without
getting any closer. He didn't recognize the older man behind the steering
wheel, didn't really know anyone in this town yet. "Can I help you with
something?"
"Probably." The guy grinned.
"How much for a blowjob?"
A fiery blush steamed up Kale's neck.
"Oh. I'm not um..." He glanced down at his clothing—red button-up
shirt, jeans, boots. He wasn't dressed like a hooker, was he? Then again, what
did male hookers dress like?
"Fifty bucks?" the guy
asked.
"No, you don't understand."
Kale shook his head. "I'm not um...working. I'm just..." Just what?
Just a runaway disappointment.
"Fine. Make it a hundred. C'mon.
Get in."
His eyes went wide. A hundred dollars?
For a blowjob? A hundred dollars would get him a room at a motel and a meal for
the night. And a blowjob wouldn't take all that long. But he'd never done
anything like that before with a stranger. The guy looked pretty clean. How bad
could it be? Just a few minutes' work, turn his head, spit, and take the money.
"I don't swallow," he blurted.
The guy shrugged. "I don't
care."
The words hit Kale with full force.
The guy didn't care. Not about him, his story, why he was out here on the
streets in the first place. Not about his past, present, or future. Not about
anything beyond his mouth. Kale frowned.
"You coming or not?" the guy
prompted.
"Show me the money."
He held up a hundred dollar bill.
If the guy would pay a hundred dollars
for a blowjob, how much would he pay for something else? But Kale had seen way
too many Lifetime movies about runaways-turned-prostitutes who got into cars
and were never seen again. He puffed out his chest and straightened his
shoulders, tried to look like he had some kind of guts. "Okay, but we're
not going to a skeevy hotel or your house or anything. Got it?"
The guy shrugged.
"Whatever."
Kale looked up and down the street and
reached for the door handle. The car, like the guy, looked clean and tidy,
smelled nice. He smiled at the green, tree-shaped air freshener hanging from
the rearview mirror, and tried not to think of that scene in the movie Seven
where the cops found hundreds of the things hanging in the sloth victim's
apartment.
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Author
Romance author, sic-fi fan club
Captain, cosplayer, reigning Queen of Monkeyland, and random menace. Yep, we're
talking about DC Juris. She’s a cupcake-making, football-watching,
rubber-duck-collecting, drag-show-loving, full-of-fabulous-with-a-capital-F
kinda gal. She's also an ordained minister and an amateur photographer. She
lives in Upstate NY with her husband, three dogs, and two cats. When she's not
writing, you can find her in her favorite chair watching Star Trek and
Supernatural repeats on Netflix, or surfing the web for porn. Er...research.
Surfing the web for research. She may speak softly but she lives and loves
loudly. Just ask the neighbors. ::wink::
@dcjuris on Periscope
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