Oops I Thought You Were A Prostitute
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Thread Topic: Oops I Thought You Were A Prostitute
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I love my titles
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omg Mia
ANYWAYS
Do you want C1, or C2? I'm guessing C1, because you make the best uke. -
You've absolutely read my mind :P
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:3 Of course. Lemme get dat cop..
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Yee okay I will work on my prostitute
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August Kown
28
August, although he went to university for a degree in art, is perfectly happy with his job. However, he's always wanted a bit more excitement in his life. You would think he had enough, his his ten-year-old twin boys- Only, he barely gets to see them, since he and their mom are divorced. Every other weekend, a week or two in the Summer.. Not that he really minds. He's never been very good at being a father.
He's bisexual, though, lately, his romantic life has hit rock-bottom. Not a lot of people enjoy the idea of their boyfriend being a cop. -
Alexander Hites, or "Baby"
22
Alexander, or as he is better known, Baby, is so nicknamed because he started dancing at the club as soon as he was old enough. He doesn't open up to many people, but he is unusually willing to have sex (though he rarely finds it satisfying, because no one knows how to treat him right). He has a particular reputation in the community for being very good at what he does, especially with a pole.
not it -
(We'll start when he spots theeeem.)
August had found it to be true, the whole stereotype of cops with coffee and donuts, at least for him. Ever since he had started his job, he didn't seem to have a lot of time to be very healthy, and donuts were quick, and coffee kept him awake most of the time, since he worked the later s---.
It was a Friday, and Sunday, he would have to drive two cities over to pick up his boys, since they had a four day weekend. He would get them Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday. The deal didn't really work for him, since he had to work Monday and Tuesday, but it was just how the dice had been rolled.
Absorbed in his own thoughts about this, August hardly noticed the couple walk out of the bar a few yards ahead of him, arm in arm. The smaller of the two was shoving something into his pocket- Money, it looked like. August sighed, and got out of the car. The boy was young, too.. -
Alexander had been a little underwhelmed all week. He'd been trying, really trying, to make his outings with random bar-goers a little less frequent. In fact, he'd made it all night until just then, when this particualr one had stuffed him with a 100 and winked. Oh god, the wink, it killed him. Technically, Alex was sure, it wasn't prostitution, because the stranger had giving him the money while he was dancing. But, it was a sort of suggestion that he maybe wanted Alex to pay it back with a little more.
And so, of course, being the way he was, Alex found himself searching out the stranger at the end of his shift. By the time he found him, the man was staggering with alcohol and the stripper had to help him walk a bit, but he definitely hadn't forgotten the money he'd given.
"You're a fine boy," the man slurred, while Alex was leading him out, "for taking my money for what it's worth. It was a pretty penny, wasn't it?" -
The man followed the two for a second, at a close range, listening to their conversation, until he was sure that it was what he thought it was. At that point, he moved a bit quicker, passing through the not-so-thin Friday night crowd, until he managed to get in front of them, and turn to walk their direction, grabbing the boy's arm, tilting his head at him with a disapproving look. He couldn't be more than nineteen, clearly. "You do understand that sex workers are illegal here, as is being in a bar underage."
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Alex was doing just fine walking along with the man until, out of nowhere, someone grabbed his arm. Of course, as a stripper, he was well aware that certain maniacs could get really obsessed, and go a little too far to get into bed with him. His first instinct was to try to tug his arm away, which he made a half-assed attempt at, until he really paid attention and relized it was a cop. Who thought he was a prostitute.
"No no, sir, you've got it all wrong." And, oh god, underage? He didn't really seem that young, did he? He suddenly felt extremely awkward in this position, especially dressed the way he was- silver skinnny jeans that were just barely clinging to his hips, and an almost sheer white tee shirt. "I'm not underage, I'm 22." -
August raised an eyebrow, dropping the mans arm, but, he didn't walk away. "Until I see an ID, I'm not going to believe that. And, still, prostitution is illegal." He sighed. "Anyways, as I said before. ID? For both of you."
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Alexander swallowed; he never brought his ID to work, because he never bought any drinks. And if he did, the bartenders knew him anyway. "Okay, can we talk to the manager? I don't have an ID, but I swear, I work here, I'm not a prostitute he gave me the money for something else." He tugged not only the 100 from his pocket. "Look, I'll give it back to him if it'll make you feel better but I really work here." Alex felt pale by then, mentally having a panic attack over the fact that the officer might now believe him.
The other man whipped out his wallet, holding it out to the police man. "He was going to have sex with me, sir," the drunk man clarified.
"Ohmygod that didn't help," Alex squeaked, desperately looking around the area for any of the other dancers. -
(sorry for short responses, dad is walking in and our of the room)
"..Give him the money back, and then we'll go talk to the manager, alright, kid?" He gave the drunk man a very pissed-off look, and snatched the wallet from him, glancing it over. "You, stay here, until I get back." He handed him back the wallet, and headed off towards the bar, motioning for the younger boy to follow. -
(Aye it's all good xD)
Alex made a sour face as being referred to as 'kid'. It was entirely different when his customers called him Baby, because they said it affectionately. This guy was pretty much just trying to pity him.
As the officer walked away, and seemed to forget about the money, Alex slyly slipped it back into his pocket. Sure, he hadn't returned the favor to the drunk man, but it was still his money. The customer had seemed to pay no mind, anyway, because he was already stumbling off in the opposite direction. Trying to get it over with, Alex rushed to follow the officer, walking beside him with crossed arms.
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