Prose

Having a roommate like Noah is... well, strange to me. I've had several different roommates throughout my time here, none of them were of his age or so green in this business. To be with him now, watching over him despite my severe want not to, is novel to say in the least.

I don't want to become attached to him. I don't want him to become attached to me either. The less chances he has to become fond of the people here or these living quarters, the more motive he'll have to leave this place for good.

Though... it's all easier said than done. I'm not quite sure if being cold and blunt toward him will really push him away from me like I want.

He follows me around like a pup follows his master. I suppose it's flattering, to be respected in this manner, but I don't find myself all that pleased. The others are starting to notice how he clings to me whenever he can. Even the Caretakers are trying to use me as some sort of mentor to make him behave and do what they want.

Yet Noah is still so frightful of the idea of servicing another man. He understands what it means to be a babae, yet it is that understanding that makes him shy from any job. The Caretakers have yet to push him on a patron yet. I don't know why they delay. Perhaps they are being considerate. Or perhaps they are simply aware that he is not ready to take on such a task.

But this babying won't last for long. Soon enough, he will have to accept his fate and give himself to whatever man they send him to. There's no way around it. No loop holes, no escape routes. If unless he wants to die--for that is the only way any of us can be free from this horrible lifestyle---he'll have to live, take the beating, and just hope for a better future.

"Kahoku, my star... you seem distracted today."

I turn my head to look over my shoulder at Uriel Muehlbauer. I sit in his lap, connected to him, facing away as he wraps his arms around me and strokes me as though I am but a pet for him to touch and fondle.

In a way, that's true.

Looping my arm back, I touch his cheek and draw him in for a kiss. When I pull back, I reply, "I'm merely thinking about this new boy Mistress has put under my care. He's like a poor little doggy that needs me help and needs to be trained."

"How kind of you," Uriel murmurs. "You have such a kind heart. What about him makes you think about him even though you're with me?"

I kiss him again, lingering as though to apologize. "I don't mean to be so inattentive. You know I enjoy your company so much. I get lonely without you around to visit me." I kiss him one more time, weaving my hand through his hair.

He rewards me with a little squeeze and plays with the flesh of my cock. I moan and drape against him, running my hands along his thighs and arms, lolling my head to the side to let him leave a trail of kisses along the slope of my neck.

Compared to Tony, Uriel is a saint. Compared to that bastard, he's gentle and kind. But even so, Uriel can get jealous too. He has his quirks that make him just as perverse and disgusting as the rest of these men who use me like a tissue.

"So tell me. What makes your little doggy worth so much attention?"

Uriel's hands remove themselves from my front and push me onto all fours. He slips out of me only to get on his knees and push back inside me, thrusting in a manner that can almost be called leisurely. He's taking his time to let me talk. I can't quite say I'm grateful for that. I didn't mean to let him know that I wasn't really thinking about him while engaged in sex.

Braced on my arms, I say, "He's a cute little thing. He'll make a lot of customers happy someday. But he lacks the confidence to start his journey into becoming an adult in this world. I wished there was some way to teach him, yet I can't think of anything."

Uriel hums in thought as he pushes deeper into me, grinding his hips against me. I gasp and arc slightly, moving my hips to grind against him. As I moan his name, he continues to rock those hips and fuck me.

It takes him a while to say something. When he does, it's not exactly what I expect. "I'll help you teach your little doggy the ropes."

I'm not sure if those are words that should comfort me or make me cautious. I pretend they are accomplish the former. "Really? You're so kind... You'd do that for me?"

He drapes himself over me and moves one hand between my legs to touch me again. "Of course," he whispers in my ear. He runs a tongue along the curve of the shell, nipping playfully. "If it'll ease the mind of my precious star, I'd be happy to help. Besides, I'll get to see you again."

He thrusts hard. I grip the sheets and pant heavily as he pumps me and fucks me and plays with my ear in his mouth. When I can somehow manage a questionable sound, directed at his comment, he answers promptly.

"I'll ask for you again. Bring him with you. I'll bring something special too and we'll have a grand time together."

I'm actually not looking forward to it. But I moan and utter my thanks through barely coherent words. Uriel continues to fondle me and shove deeper, and when I come, muscles clenching and voice screaming in an erotic cry, he bleeds me dry before filling me up with his own vital fluid.

Sick. Sick. Sick.

I can't wait to get away. I almost wish I hadn't opened my mouth. Yet the damage is done anyway and all I can do is take responsibility for what may happen in the near future.

When Uriel is done with me on the bed, we move to the shower to "clean" ourselves. Instead, he just continues to play with me and my body and I take it. I grip at the shower bar and press against the wall as he loops one leg over his hips and takes me standing.

As a reward for my efforts and service, by the end of the session he leaves me a new bracelet fashioned in silver that has a plate of sorts with my name fancily engraved on it. At the corner, dangling off one of the chain loops, is a silver star with a diamond embedded in the middle.

He puts it on me and I kiss him longingly as thanks. I promise to meet his request and give him a wonderful service when we next meet. He purrs in anticipation and eventually leaves. I, as usual, move on to the next patron who will repeat the whoring cycle with me.

I don't return to my room until late at night. Noah is already in bed, asleep, when I arrive. I have little want to disturb him, but only because his questions bother me. They're incessant and so naive they make me want to hit him sometimes.

I wish he'd grow up faster and stop playing ignorant to his situation. Well, he'll learn soon enough. Uriel promises it. Whatever that means. I almost don't want to find out, but I know I will because I'll have to take part in it.

Grand.

Falling asleep almost as soon as I hit the bed, I don't waken until the bell sounds. I change, clean up, and (like always) follow the crowd of callboys to eat our well-needed meal of the day. I don't talk to Noah while I eat. He doesn't really talk to me either though it's probably simply because he's too busy shoving his face.

His manners are... well, I doubt he has manners at all, frankly. There is no dignified bone in his body. He's so uncultured, I wonder if they got him straight off the streets. Or maybe this is just how he is.

Whatever the case, I don't get the chance to talk to Noah properly until after our exercises. He sits on the toilet in the bathroom as I shower and we talk through the thin barrier separating us.

"Mistress hasn't given you to a patron yet, right?"

"N-No. Not y-yet."

"Then this will be your first one."

"W-What?" I can hear his surprise and confusion in the tone of his voice.

"There's a certain patron of mine who's interested in seeing you. I told him about you. When he calls for me, you'll be coming as well."

There's a pause on his side of the bathroom that grows with every second. When Noah speaks again, his voice is small. "W-Will I h-ha-have to s-ser-serv-service him?"

"I don't know," I reply. It's possibly as honest as I can or will ever be. Because really, I don't know. Maybe he will, maybe he won't. Maybe he'll just watch while I do the work, or maybe he'll be the one fucked instead while I stand by. I don't know. I don't know what Uriel has planned. "You might. And if he does want you to, you'll do it."

There is no question about it. If Uriel ends up wanting Noah for himself, then Noah will have to oblige. He will not get the chance to run and escape. For the sake of myself and my reputation, I cannot let him.

Which reminds me...

As I rinse off, I pull open the curtain and look at Noah. He's startled by my sudden appearance, especially since I gave him no warning. "Are you shaved?"

He looks at me in bewilderment, as if he doesn't understand. "Sh-Shaved?"

"Yes. Are you shaved?" I gesture at him. "Strip. Right now."

Noah's eyes widen. I'm not joking, though. I look at him expectantly, waiting for him to take off his clothes. He's embarrassed, I know, but he'll get used to that soon enough. I'm used to it already. I've seen enough naked bodies of men to last me a lifetime.

As Noah takes off his clothes, I look him over. Funny as it may sound, grooming is also something that must be maintained. And yes, that does involve going "down there" and making sure you're clean and trimmed or shaved. Patrons more often then not don't like too much fuzz down there. It gets in the way.

Of course, they can be as hairy as they want, but you can't say a thing about it. You just have to be the clean, shaved one.

While I look at Noah, fully naked before me, I step out of the shower and turn him around in a full circle to inspect his body hair. No one will teach him this, I know, so I have to do it. I don't like to, but since he'll be attending Uriel with me, I have to make sure he's prepared at least in this fashion before they meet. Noah might not be mentally prepared for that day, but at least he'll be physically prepared.

...Sort of. It's the best I'll be able to do until he figures out how to take care of himself. Hopefully he's a fast learner.

I open the cabinet and pull out a packet of cheap razors. I hand a new one to Noah and point towards the shower. "Shave." When he looks at me with those wide, puppy dog eyes, I return the gaze with an even stare. "All of it. Shave it off. And I'm not talking about your legs or armpits, though that will be next if unless you want to do that first."

He silently debates what to do. I let him think it over. When it seems he's come to a decision, I leave him to it and start to get ready for today's rounds. I tell him to take his time and make sure he doesn't miss a spot while I'm gone.

After garbed in my usual dressy attire, I merely prep until the Caretaker comes for me and I'm off to take care of my first patron for the day. Yet another pervert to please. With Noah's training in mind, it's a little easier to sail through the day without dwelling too much on my own misfortune and disgusting situation.

Today, I go through Sam, Alberto, Raekwon, Xavier, Dryden and Kajal. Six men. This is normal. Sometimes I go through more if the hours allow it and that many people ask for me. It depends on the day. It depends on who wants me. It depends on how badly they want me.

Today, this is my set number and by the time I return to my room I am exhausted. I usually walk in to see Noah sleeping already but to my surprise, he's still up. The lights are on in the bathroom and the door is open halfway. I pause briefly before heading toward it and pushing the door further open.

Noah is standing in the middle of the shower staring down at himself, razor in his hand. The bottom of the tub is clogged with hair, making it difficult for the water to drain. The faucet constantly drips with a slow but steady stream of water. He's shaved of his hair. All his legs, his armpits, even his crotch. His face is smooth too.

He's really cleaned himself up.

As I clear my throat, he turns to look at me, looking surprised to find me there, as if he didn't think I would come back to see what he was doing or how he was fairing. He continues to stand there, staring at me. I don't think he knows what to say in a situation like this. To save him the trouble of figuring it out, I approach and beckon him forward.

"Come out of there. Let's see what you've done." He takes my hand when I'm close enough to guide him out of the slippery tub and onto the worn mat on the floor to drip. He's wet in such a way that makes me believe he's probably just finished or perhaps rinsed himself off recently.

I turn him around to observe all sides and even tell him to lift his leg to see how well he did on the underside of his body. He's embarrassed, I know, but this is no time to be embarrassed.

I'm surprised he managed to get every strand of hair. Not a spot missed. I wonder if he stayed here this whole time inspecting himself and trying to get every single hair on his body. At least he didn't shave his arms. Heaven forbid he make that mistake. And thanks goodness that he's not all that hairy on his chest or else we'd have some problems getting that fixed. Wax is expensive, believe it or not. It's not a common product. I wish it was; it's make these sorts of things easier and less time consuming. I hate the way razor blades get dull so quickly.

"Alright, go dry yourself off and put on some clothes. Don't get sick before you even get to go on your first job." I point over at the clogged tub. "And clean that out too while you're at it. Then go to bed."

I leave him to take off the outer layers of my outfit then flop into bed. I can hear Noah moving around, most likely doing what I told him, but the noise doesn't bother me. Soon enough I fall asleep and become oblivious to the world.

When I wake again the next day, I am still tired but hold fair on my own while I eat and prepare for the day's stream of patrons. I constantly surprise myself when I look in the mirror and find myself devoid of most dark circles that would normally mar someone's face in a situation like this. Perhaps I am so used to it that my body doesn't recognize the strain.

During the day, I learn that the day after will be when Uriel will call for me again. He will ask for a late session so that we may have lots of time together. Mistress has given him permission, as well as me, to look over Noah's initiation. Hopefully by then, Noah will be ready and will not attempt to run away or do anything else equally shameful. I dare not think what it will mean if I get on Uriel's bad side. I don't want another Tony to deal with. And... lord above forbid me from caring, I don't want Noah's first experience to be terrible either.

If anything, I'd rather he just stand around and watch. That should be good enough experience for him to smack some sense into him. But who knows what Uriel will want. Who knows what he has planned for tomorrow...

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