Ben tried not to feel bad about the aged man knocked out beneath him.Sebastian Burnett
They’d been mid-coitus when the balding man had finally fallen asleep, Ben slowing his already lazy riding. Having slipped the man something in his viagra water 10 minutes before, he hadn’t expected the man to be awake that long…not that it stopped his angry boner. It just made the escort hate the situation that much longer.
The man beneath him was Elis Grant. One of the stockholders of the company and one of the men that had been found on the premises of the hotel that night. It used to hurt to think of when they found her, but by now it’d simply become a part of his job. The job that went hadn’t and hand with pleasing clients. He was just that much closer to finding him…
The slow acting poison would do him in slowly and not a soul would think much more than the man's insatiable desire for sweets and fatty foods. His heart would clinch a bit too tightly a life and end itself instead. The exact outcome that Ben had hoped for when he fixed up the mixture long before their meeting. The room even looked as per normal. Bed a bit in disarray and clothes tossed in a few different places. The normal effect of a “night of passion.”
Raising off the man, his member was still ready for more, but it’d be getting no haps ending from the curly haired man. The escorts own cock far from interested in the entire situation. If anything, Ben wished he was somewhere else, as he often did with some of his clients. They were older and not at all fascinating. Just older men, looking to be in their prime again and Ben being paid for the assist. He was now running a bit behind schedule because he’d hoped the old guy would tucker out faster. Ben thought to make the mixture stronger next time, but shook the thought, knowing he was simply annoyed to be kept from the real excitement of the night.
With the encounter ending so soon into things—mostly as planned—he hopped in the shower and cleaned himself up. There wouldn’t be time to get his hair fully dry, but he was sure by the time he arrived, it would be barely noticeable. The ever-present companion to his escort duties, his leather duffle was void of sexy toys and ties and now holding his change of clothes. Having worn in a dark garb that was nearly ritualistic for his meetings, Ben had a different set of clothes for the excitement of the evening. A shimmery teal suit carefully rolled to avoid wrinkles, devoid of the bloodlust he’d had for the first hour of this meeting. It was dressy but made causal with a simple horizontal striped shirt beneath. A bold statement, but worth it, considering whom he’d be meeting.
Spritzing a bit of cologne at his collar and wrists he added a flair of sea breeze to his look and tousled his hair a bit. Soon after he was dressed and as dapper as they come, but gave himself one last glance in the mirror. His eyes had gone a bit rough again, a strange mix of brown and grey. Reuben had a feeling this would excite his very strange client, given their various meetings. Thinking of him was making him warm. After weeks of knowing him, he still wasn’t quite sure how to feel. Sebastian was far different than his other clients in that he didn’t feel like one at all…which was a problem.
Even as Ben slipped into his shined leather shoes and grabbed the remainder of his things, that excited feeling didn’t settle. It had been the exact same from when Sebastian showed up on his appointments….but to meet elsewhere. The place wasn’t new to him, he’d been there once or twice in the past year for gatherings, but never for something this..causal. Was it casual? Was he perhaps underdressed?
He stopped by his temporary room at the hotel to drop off his bag before heading down to the reception. The place was a few doors down so he simply walked there, trying to fix the giddy expression on his face. No. Reuben had to stop this. He was just a client and this was work, not some date with Avery. They hadn’t been on a date in a few weeks due to his schedule…and it was to the movies…and it was a shitty movie.
So upon standing in front of the bougie restaurant, it was difficult not to think of this as a date and he had no one to blame but Mr. S and his desire to do “unrecommended” activities with his favorite new plaything. This was further engraved in his expectations as he entered the establishment and was greeted by the hostess. Ben barely got his mouth open before she was saying:
“Oh! You must be here to see Mr. S. Please! Right this way, sir.”
Blinking a few times, the escort was led through the area. There were various couples in the area, enjoying their glossed up dinners and drinks. He felt out of place—not because of how he was dressed or even his profession, but because of who he was in all this. It’s how he felt whenever he was taken somewhere nice, pretending to be an upper-class treat, while feeling anything but. Even with his finely tailored suit and fluffy dark curls, the polish he wore felt paper thin. Couldn’t they have met at the hotel's attached restaurant?
That sensation became muddied with something else when he finally stopped behind the hostess and saw the familiar handsome face. The hostess bowed away, but Ben didn’t move from the spot. Not because of how felt--no he always acted as if he belonged in such places—but because he was staring at the polished man before him. Very few times had he actually seen the man even half dressed in their meetings. Usually, Sebastian was in much less. That baffled feeling met him yet again, the same one from their first meeting. Who knew the man could clean up so very well and become that much more handsome to the eye. Ben ripped his eyes away from the suit to look over at the flowers, this time….very confused.
“Hello…those wouldn’t happen to be for me, would they?”, a confidence dragged from the depths to greet his favorite patron.