Everyone's Man – 6

 

Colin surreptitiously wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before getting up off his knees.

 

Several days after leaving Winterfield, Colin was now set up in a decent motel in a smaller city about thirty miles east of there. He was back where he'd started before he'd become part of Jonas's stable of high-class male whores. Okay, maybe not totally back to his beginnings. For that, he had Ray de Lorca to thank. He'd worked with Ray for a while before he decided to branch out on his own.

 

Now he and Ray were tacit partners. Sometimes he'd meet clients at a bar or restaurant and go home with them, other times they would come to the motel, like the man tonight. Either way, he was making fairly good money, even after splitting it with Ray. It wasn't the safest way to do things and Colin knew it, but it beat the hell out of hanging out on a street corner trolling for johns.

 

The man patted the bed, indicating Colin should sit. "Now I know why Ray took you on," he said once Colin settled in. "With a mouth like that you could make a fortune. Tell me, do you ever do… well… private parties?"

 

Colin never had, but if it meant more money in his pocket he might be willing to consider it, depending on exactly what the man had in mind. So he nodded and waited.

 

"I'm planning a birthday party for a good friend. I was going to get a stripper to entertain but after tonight I think you'd be a much better 'present' for him."

 

"Just for him?"

 

The man's smile turned sly. "Well, maybe him and me." He stroked a finger over Colin's lips and then slid his hand under Colin's ass, pressing the finger to the tight ring of muscle. "If you're willing to do a threesome, that is."

 

"Not a problem." He pushed down on the intrusive finger for a second before moving away. "When and where?"

 

The man reached for his suit jacket, taking out a pen and paper. He wrote down the information and handed it to Colin.

 

Colin hesitated for a moment as he looked at the address. The house was in a classier suburb of Winterfield, not here in town. Then he figured what the hell. The chances of running into his attacker while he was back in that city for just a night were negligible. "I'll be there with bells on," he said, chuckling.

 

The man laughed. "If that's all you're wearing, it works for me."

 

A few minutes later the man was gone. Colin stretched and yawned, smiling to himself. With the amount the man had promised him for his services at the party, added to what he'd already managed to save, he'd have enough to buy a cheap car and then he could head across country and maybe make a new life for himself.