Unexpected.

@ Dandy Darling;

Oliver sighed as he rolled over in his twin sized bed, twiddling his thumbs in a bored manner. It wasn't like he didn't have plenty to do, the house was so big it had over a hundred bedrooms, if you could call them that really they were so small all they could really fit was a bed and a dresser for their clothes, and two big living rooms. One upstairs and one down. But here they weren't aloud to wear any besides boxers or briefs. A small snort passed his lips, at least they gave them a choice, right? Oliver didn't get treated bad by the bosses, but he had heard stories of the other male prostitutes getting beaten for not obeying the person who bought them for that night, and it sent a shiver down his spine. The idea of being beaten didn't sound appealing to him, mostly because his own father had been abusive.

When he was younger, up until he was about fifteen, his father was abusing him physically and mentally. After their mother left them when he about twelve, and that's when the abuse started. So what did Oliver do? Ran away from home like the idiot he was and this was where he ended up. The boss found him wandering around the alley ways, and offered him a place to stay. The man seemed nice and was very charming so he took him up on his offer, but this was where he ended up, a prostitute. How he managed to stay a virgin though was beyond him, especially in a place like this. But not too many people seem interested in him, which was fine with Oliver. He had a hard time trusting men, or anyone in general, after his father.

Of course, he was turning eighteen tomorrow. A grimace appeared on his lips as he flopped on his back, staring up at the ceiling. That meant the price he was set at was going to go higher if any one wanted him for a night. But why would they? His own mother didn't want him, his own father didn't either.. so who would?

[ sorry if this isn't how you wanted it ;c I wasn't sure how the underground prostitution ring was set up like, but you said they were treated well?? So I went off that. If you don't like how something is just tell me what you don't like and I can re-do it! ]

@ Dandy Darling;
Bump

@ alex g

[Sorry for making you wait a while! This week is a bit crazy! This is completely fine!]

It was the first day that Sean had been instated as the current boss of an underground prostitution ring called "Nightly". His father had decided to hand over the company a few months ago, deciding he was too old to continue on. Parker had an adequate grasp on the knowledge of the business. After all, his father had taught him from childhood. Now, at the prime age of twenty-two, Sean Gomez was in-charge of the company while his father was off traveling the world. It was his duty to take care of all the boys underneath his protection, only giving them to the most loyal and trusted customers. Others would be properly disposed of. Their bodies had to be taken care of properly and given anything that they needed. At the same time, those who went against the rules of the ring were subjected to the appropriate punishment.

Sean sat at his desk in the most secured part of the underground building while checking over the list of his boys with their prices. Owen. Oscar. Oliver. There was a special asterisk next to Oliver Reed's name. To pique his curiosity even further, he saw that his price had soared above all of the rest. Oliver was easily double per hour compared to the others. "Sam!" He called out before a man came in. "Tell me, why is there an asterisk next to Oliver Reeds's name?" He questioned, placing the paper down onto the desk. "Um, sir. Unlike the rest of the boys, he is still a virgin. The only one of the all the boys. Many men and women are willing to pay a lot of money for that, but we make sure that things do not get out of hand." Sam explained, hoping that satisfied the question. Sean was surprised to hear the information but still kept his stoic demeanor. "I want to meet him then. Go get Oliver." He stated then leaned back in his chair.

As his lackey ran off to fetch the boy, Sean ran a hand through his hair in complete wonder. He had no idea how his father had managed to keep Oliver from being tainted this whole time and where did he even find him? It was practically impossible to keep watch over a boy during his sessions, but his father had earnings that placed him among the best in Reed history.

@ Dandy Darling;

[ no it's fine! My week has been pretty crazy as well so I completely understand. ]

Oliver flicked through the television shows on the small tv he had in his room, finally just heaving out a big sigh and shutting it off completely. There was nothing really good on at this hour anyway, nothing piqued his interest. A knock at his door broke him from his thoughts, turning his head towards the door to see a man he recognized as Sam, someone he had dealt with often. Sam wasn't mean or rude, in fact they had quite a lot of good conversation. It was just more or less.. awkward? Oliver didn't trust a lot of people given what happened with his father. And there was also the fact he walked around in boxers all day, that also made him felt.. weird. "Sorry to bother you, Oliver, but Sean would like to see you in his office." A puzzled look must of appeared on his face because Sam was quick to add more. "Sean Gomez, the son of the previous boss. He just wants to go over some things with you, that's all." Sam added with a small smile, motioning towards the door.

"Um, okay." Was all Oliver managed to say, slightly nervous despite what Sam had said to assure him. The new boss wanted to speak to him? That didn't really sound too good, he wondered what it could be about. The whole walk to the main office Oliver spent it thinking things over, many thoughts swirling through his mind. "Sean, I'm letting him in." Sam called through the door, Oliver opening it and closing it behind him. Swallowing thickly he shuffled his feet around awkwardly, eyes flickering over to the new boss. Well.. this was something new. The man sitting there, Sean, was way younger than the previous boss. This was Mr. Gomez's son?

Suddenly Oliver felt very naked and exposed, cheeks flushing a light shade of pink as he looked down at the ground, trying to avoid his gaze.

@ alex g

Hearing Sam's voice reached him from the door, Sean sat up on his seat to appear more profession. One tie adjustment later, he cleared his throat and eyed Oliver as he took the seat in before him. Sean quickly analyzed Oliver's face, taking in his features from the seemingly soft texture of his hair to the straight slope of his nose. Everything was practically symmetrical. Sean was pleased with Oliver's presentation, automatically understanding the true value of this boy. After the moment passed, he could see from Oliver's expression that he had embarrassed him. The subtle flush of pink was noticeable against his porcelain white skin. It almost flattered him.

"Hello, Oliver. I'm sure that Sam has already explained to you that I am Sean Gomez. I am your new boss," He simply explained, placing his folded hands on the table. Even though he attempted to catch his eye, it was quite obvious that Oliver was trying to avoid him as much as possible. "Oliver, relax. Just, relax. I was informed that you are the only virgin among all of the boys. Is this true?" He asked to clarify, wanting to know if Sam had told him the truth. How would they even clarify that this was the truth? "Your eighteenth birthday is coming soon. This protection that we have over you will be gone when you do turn eighteen. You need to be prepared to accept the fact that you will have to give this up soon."

@ Dandy Darling;

Eyes flickered up to finally meet Sean's, eyebrows raising at the question. There was no beating around the bush with that question, it was just straight to the point with this guy. Then again he was running a prostitution ring, how straight forward could you get? Hell, if Oliver hadn't been embarrassed before, he was now. The question left him shifting awkwardly in his seat, a small frown tugging at the corner of his lips. "Um, yeah, pretty sure I am." He said quietly, fingers awkwardly picking at a piece of thread hanging from the chair as he watched the older male carefully. Oliver could easily understand what the big deal about it was, he was a virgin at eighteen years old and that was something that people would like, someone who was un-tainted. Not to mention he had been told his features were something that were found very attractive, which could pose as a problem when he turned eighteen tomorrow.

Today was his last day with the protective hold they had over him... tomorrow, he would be up for grabs. Oliver didn't want that, but what else could he do? Leaving a prostitution ring was a very hard task to accomplish, and he had nowhere to go. Any family he had left didn't want anything to do with him, his father was an abusive asshole and there was no way he was going crawling back there, and his mother was long gone. No money to his name and he wasn't allowed to go and get a job, because why would he need one when he was here? There was no way for him to get out of here safely, at least here he had food to eat and a roof over his head, even if he had to have sex with people to get it.

Eyebrows furrowing in anger, his arms folded across his chest. "What are you going to do, force me to have sex with someone I don't want to?" He blurted out, a small huff leaving his lips. "That's bullshit, I won't do it."

@ alex g

Considering his behavior, it was quite clear to Sean that Oliver would soon be an eighteen year old virgin. Tomorrow would be the day that the business would be able to cash in its big check. "Okay, I believe you," He nodded back, scribbling down a couple notes. Sean gave a small sigh while pinching the bridge on his nose, knowing this would not be easy. This young man was clearly terrified of the mere thought of sex, not mention with a stranger. They would have to be selective in the process. Favorably, someone who would be gentle with Oliver. If they had the wrong person, Oliver would be scared away for future sessions. That would only be completely detrimental to the business.

A moment passed until Sean spoke once more, "Oliver, when you had no place to go, this establishment opened its doors to you. We have given you a roof over your head and food, and, now, we are counting on you. When another young boy like you comes through those doors, we need to be able to provide for him. We can't do that without you. We need you," He calmly countered, hoping to convince him otherwise. Sean looked across the table at Oliver, finally finding his eyes. His calm, dark brown eyes gazed into Oliver's terrified, ocean blue ones. Perhaps reason would triumph over Oliver's emotions. Sean had no time for him to be acting like a child.

@ alex g

@ Dandy Darling;

Oliver's arms folded across his chest, eyes narrowing at Sean. "I'm sorry I'm not a robot and I have an opinion?" Unlike the rest of the brain washed guys in this damn place, he actually had a brain. Everyone here always talked about how wonderful of a place this really was, but it honestly wasn't. At least not to Oliver anyway. Trading his virginity for food and a place to sleep really wasn't worth it in his eyes. Having sex with someone he didn't know and would only know for one night didn't really appeal to him. Also, didn't losing your virginity hurt..? Squirming in his seat slightly, he tried to not think about it too much, otherwise he'd drive himself crazy. "I'd rather go back home and get beat on by my father, at least then I still had a roof over my head and got to keep my innocence," he muttered.

@ alex g

Sean narrowed his eyes at Oliver's opposition since he was not understanding. Telling him about the future transaction was merely a formality and there was no room for his opinion. His father continuously reiterated throughout the training that he needed to treat their employees as people rather than merchandise. "Well, that's unfortunate," He mumbled, drumming his fingers against the edge of the table. "You signed a contract, Oliver," Sean stated, folding his hands neatly. Of course, no one read the fine print before signing. That was partially the reason why the company was expanding rapidly. They would trade anything for a roof over their heads and a decent diet. "If you violate that contract, you are due for hefty fines and it's impossible to run from them," Sean explained to the young boy.

Olivier bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself quiet, tapping his foot on the ground. Jesus Christ, either way he went about anything he was screwed. And as much as he wanted to get out of here he really didn't have any options. Letting out a loud sigh, he ran a hand through his hair. "Is that all you wanted me for?" He managed to say, not really wanting to have this discussion anymore. Arguing with someone who literally held his life in their hands probably wasn't a wise idea. His father had to used to tell him that his smart mouth was the one thing that got him in trouble, and he supposed he was right about that one.

@ Dandy Darling;

@ alex g

[How do you think we should get them together?]

It was becoming more clear that there were only two pathways before the young boy. Hopefully, Oliver would come to his senses and choose the easier one. If he were a sensible person, he would, Sean reasoned. "Yes, for now. Was there anything reasonable that you needed me for?" Sean asked in returned, carefully choosing his words. Oliver must have heard rumors from the other employees about the pains of giving up one's innocence. He was probably afraid of it, the poor thing. A small sigh escaped Sean's lips since it would be a shame to lose one of the more attractive workers.

@ Dandy Darling;

[ I've been wondering that too.. Hm, maybe Sean pays to have a night with him? Like he uses a fake name so it won't be suspicious to the others and he shows up in Oliver's room tomorrow and yeah? I don't know if that sounded okay or not, ]

Oliver just shook his head, going to stand up. Birthdays hadn't really been anything to look forward to, not with his father sound and being the way he was. After his mother left when he was just twelve years old and his father started abusing him birthdays hadn't really been fun. They just went unnoticed, like it wasn't even there. "Can you just.. Make sure they're.. Okay?" He said hesitantly, finger ghosting over the scar on his forearm. After a rather smart mouthed comment his father had grabbed the nearest thing, which happened to have been a letter opener, and slashed his arm with it. Faint scares were visible on his body, but the mental ones were worse. Trusting people, especially strangers, was already hard enough for him as it was

Without waiting for a response, he just swallowed thickly and opened the door, leaving without another word.

@ alex g

[That could work. I'm just trying to think about a reason for Sean to do it, because renting employees would definitely be against his father's rules.]

Sean gave a mere nod of the head but could not promise. Within company records, last year Oliver had requested the same birthday wish. It was noted that his parents were in a state of disaster where the house was almost in ruins, placed in a gang ridden neighborhood. Oliver's father still struggled with his violent outbursts against his mother, even his mother started to turn to other alternatives for relief. Ones that would only place the pair into more trouble. They were surviving though, and that was all Oliver requested to hear. "I'll see what I can do," Sean stated as the door closed behind Oliver.

Once he left, Sean stood up to pace about the room in thought. Maybe it would be possible to start renting him at night and settle him into the idea? That would be completely against his father's principles, but Sean believed that it would only be beneficial for the company.

@ Dandy Darling;

[ right, I see what you mean. Hmm.. ]

Oliver headed off to his room, exhausted and a little embarrassed at his actions. He hadn't meant to sound like such a spoiled brat in there, he just wasn't too keen on the idea of losing his virginity to a stranger, just so this 'business' had money. But also, he almost felt like he.. owed it to them, like Sean had said before and now it was stuck in his mind. They had taken him in when he had no where to go, a run away at such a young age. Sean's father, before he stepped down, had made sure he was fed and taken care of and seemed to care for him, not just because he was eventually going to be making them money. It really got to him, mostly because it had been so long since he had gotten affection, affection he craved from his father.

His mind drifted to thoughts of his mother, wondering how she was coping without her son. He really wanted to see her, but there was no way that Sean would allow that.. it didn't hurt to ask, though, did it? Oliver just wanted to know how she was doing, and he missed her dearly. He glanced at the clock just in time for it to switch to midnight, a small smile reaching his lips before it faded away.

"Happy birthday to me," he mumbled as he drifted off

@ alex g

[ Uhh, maybe, Sean discovers that Oliver's father passed away and his mother is in a crisis? He tells Oliver, and Oliver wants to visit his mother out of concern. That way they could go a trip away from the company for a few days together then feelings develop, etc, etc. ]

Sean paused mid-step and eyed the telephone a few feet away, remembering Oliver's request. Perhaps he would be more encouraged to decide after hearing about his parents' current condition. All he wanted to know was if they were surviving after all. It was simple enough. "Yeah, it's me. I want you to tail a couple by the name of Reed," He ordered the man on the other end of the phone, giving precise coordinates to their last location. The Gomez family had numerous connections throughout the country, even taking claiming roots in the national government. Sometimes an official would want a night with one of the employees, which was easily provided in return for some protection. It was one of the many reasons why the company had thrived within the past few years underneath his father's reign.

Hanging up the line, he reasoned that this was enough work for one night. Most of the matters were attended to, so Sean returned to his penthouse in the city. The weight of his father's expectations upon him was last thought that occurred to Sean before he slipped in a slumber.

@ Dandy Darling;

[ I really like that idea! ]

Oliver woke up earlier than he planned on, mostly because one of Sean's people came in and told him that Sean wanted to see him asap and to dress in actual clothes. Oliver was confused at first, seeing as they didn't have anything but boxers provided for him, so where was he supposed to get clothes? But as soon as he thought that a bag was produced, nodding his head silently and taking the pants that were in there, slipping the pair of black skinny jeans on, and just a simple white tee shirt. Oliver was really confused, if not even more now.

Why did Sean want to see him? And besides that, why did he require him to wear clothes? It had been so long since he had worn actual pants it almost felt unnatural to him now, but he kind of liked it.. But, did that mean something happened to his mother? No, no. His father didn't.. No. He shook his head, his father would never kill her... Would he? The walk to Sean's office seemed longer than it actually was, his mind clouding with thoughts.

Oliver didn't bother knocking, instead just barging in. "Okay, what in gods name is going on? I'm really confused."

@ alex g

[Great!]

The following morning Sean awoke to the blaring ring of his cell phone, blindly reaching out to take the call. "What is it?" He mumbled into the phone, shaking the sleep. "Sir, it's about the Reed family. The father passed away a few weeks ago, and the mother is a complete mess. Drugs. It seems she's already progressed to needle use, and she is in a ton of debt from what I can tell. There was a guy who came sniffing around for money, and I paid him off since he was armed. The woman didn't see anything, but it's not in my job description to guard people. Anyway, that's everything to report," The man informed. Sean loudly sighed while rubbing his eyes. "Alright, thanks. You'll be reimbursed for the pay off," He concluded then hung up the phone.

"Get Oliver up and in my office in the next ten minutes," He ordered, calling up his right hand man. Shuffling about the room, Sean dressed in his usual attire made up of a collared shirt and dress pants made of only the finest. His shoes practically sparkled underneath the sunlight. Entering into the office in record time, he adjusted himself to wait for Oliver's arrival. Sean even ordered two cups of coffee since he figured that they would both need it.

Once Oliver burst into the room, Sean merely gestured to the seat in front him, knowing that Oliver would need to sit down. "Oliver," He started, wondering how to word this the best way possible. "I've looked into your request, and, well, your father passed away a few weeks ago. As for your mother, she's... she's become addicted to drugs and is in danger since she owes money to many of the local dealers," He explained than took a sip of coffee.