Another Night, Another Score

The wind whipped around Alex's hair as he stood on the street corner waiting for his next customer. It was a cold night, and the breeze left his body frozen, due to the lack of clothes he was wearing. He studied his surroundings and saw others like him, in their skimpy clothes and cheap aftershave. There were women too, their faces caked in makeup and wearing short skirts with killer heals. Despite the obvious effort they had made with their appearances they still had that certain scummy look about them. This depressed Alex as he knew that he must look the same, just as unclean, just as desperate. As much as Alex hated this job he knew he had no choice. It paid the bills for his one bedroom flat and kept a roof over his head. However on nights like these he found himself wondering if it was all worth it. The pervy, dirty old men having their way with him night after night, leaving him feeling tainted and used. Some of them certainly weren't gentle either, leaving him with cuts and bruises. But still, anything to him off the streets and keep food on the table. What must he have been thinking that day he ran away from home? Surely even living with his homophobic parents and abusive father had to be better that this lifestyle? Although deep down he knew that if he hadn't gotten out of there when he did, he would have done something a lot more drastic. He shook the depressing thoughts of his old life from his head, and thought about what events might be occurring tonight instead. What kind of injuries would he sustain tonight? How unattractive and disgusting would tonights customer be? How gross would he feel after being touched by a grubby strangers hands? It was the type of feeling that didn't wash of in the shower, it just continued to leave him feeling dirty and worthless for days and days. Anything was preferable to that feeling.

After an hour or so, Alex still hadn't had any takers and he was debating wether to just go home and catch up on some much needed sleep. Just as this thought passed through his head, a sleek, black BMW stopped right beside him. Alex's heart sunk as the window glided down and he wondered what tonights old disgusting pervert was going to look like. To his surprise a young man sat in the drivers seat. He looked like his was in his mid twenties, with just a hint of stubble on his jaw. His raven hair was styled with gel and swept to one side. The contrast of his dark hair and pale skin was quite beautiful, along with his huge dark brown eyes framed by long black eyelashes. There was no denying the fact that the young man sat in this car was gorgeous, stunning almost. He was very unlike the type of person Alex was used to having approach him during his working hours, and it certainly made a very nice change. The stranger smiled slightly at him, and Alex felt his cheeks tint pink, but he didn't smile back. Yes, this man was extremely attractive. Yes, this man was preferable to anybody else that Alex could have been spending the night with. But he would still leave him feeling the same way once the night was finished. When the man spoke it was in a cocky tone, and he had a surprisingly deep voice.
"Are you getting in?" he asked, raising one eyebrow. Alex didn't reply, just walked around the flash car and opened the door to the passenger seat. This man obviously had money. It was a nice car, with soft leather seats and the heater blasting out warm air. 
"Cold tonight huh?" He said awkwardly, shifting slightly in his seat. 
"Hm" Alex replied nonchalantly. He wasn't one for small talk.
"Ah I see, not one for small talk then?" He mused, speaking as though he had picked the words right out of Alex's brain. 
"I know what you want, and I need the money. I don't see the point of small talk." He sounded rude, he knew that but he would never see this man after tonight so it didn't matter to him. 
The man nodded and studied him for a while. His gaze was making Alex feel uncomfortable, but he said nothing. Unlike most men, he was studying Alex's face rather than his body, with a thoughtful expression. 
"You're very blunt." Alex didn't reply to this, just turned his head to look out of the window and watch the New York city streets whiz by. Fortunately the rest of the car journey was silent. Alex wasn't much for conversation. It wasn't that he didn't like talking to people, he just didn't deem himself interesting enough to talk to. He found that he bored most people, especially his parents. No wonder they were glad to see the back of him. Alex was yanked out of his thoughts when he felt the car stop, and he turned to face the stranger beside him. 
"Home sweet home" The guy muttered, before clambering out of the car and shutting the door behind him. Alex unbuckled his seatbelt and slowly got out of the car, following him up the driveway to his house. Looking up, Alex saw that he had been right about the assumption that this mad had money. It wasn't a huge house, but it was a nice sized detached house in a posh looking area. The man was fumbling with his keys at the front door of the house, and Alex took this as an opportunity to properly look at his body. He was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, that hugged his long skinny legs tightly. His Blink-182 t-shirt (which Alex approved of) clung to his torso, showing off his bony frame and his hipbones and colarbones which both stuck out. He had a really lovely body, subconsciously Alex was feeling quite happy about the fact that he would be able to see it naked. The front door swung open and the man looked at him as if he wanted him to go in first. Alex strode in confidently, remembering that the only way he would get paid is to do his job properly. And properly would be exactly how he would do it.