A/n: I will update here every day, stay tuned!

Note: This story will mostly revolve around Ishan, although POV is third person.

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Maybe, when we grow old, when we would have almost forgotten these things, probably deleted all our stuff from the internet...

We will look back at this time, this little secret of ours and laugh together.

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Ishan didn't like being a prostitute.

He just happened to be very, very good at it. No other job he'd tried paid half as well as bending over and thinking of anything else.

He spied a car idling nearby, usually a good indicator of an interested but reluctant individual. They were his favorite. The illegal nature of the whole encounter usually kept things quick and brief because they didn't want to get caught.

He sauntered toward the vehicle, the headlights catching his tight black leather shorts and fishnet top.

As he approached, a young man in formal wear leaned across the seat to roll down the passenger side window, trying to keep as much distance between them as possible.

Ishan smiled as he leaned down to look inside. "Well, hello, handsome. What brings you to my little corner?"

The man was clearly older than him, though not as old as some of the creeps he had serviced in the past. He was well-dressed in a suit, with an expensive watch on his wrist and slick black hair with cologne Ishan could smell even from the sidewalk.

Ishan knew what was coming. He knew his type. Firm hand, demanding nature. Needed a good, hard outlet to maintain their perfect facade of having it all together.

He prepared himself for what was most likely going to hurt.

"Hands, mouth, or ass?" he asked.

"What?" the man said, nearly stumbling over his words.

"You want my mouth? You pay. You want my hands? You pay. You want my ass? You pay double. You want me handcuffed and blindfolded while I go down?" Ishan stuck a finger in his mouth and wiggled it suggestively. "Then you pay triple, and cover the hotel costs."

"I... I just want..." the man stammered, his face turning red.

"Fine. Just the mouth, but you gotta follow some rules. No breathing in my ear, no spitting, no grabbing my hair... You want to go down my throat, then you have to be polite about it. We clear?"

Ishan had never seen a grown man look so embarrassed before. Aww, was this his first time with a prostitute?

"Uh... Okay. Yes, okay. Just your mouth..." The man glanced around like there was a hidden camera crew waiting to jump out. "Can you get in the car now? I don't want anyone to see us..."

Ishan smiled.

They never did.

He slid into the passenger seat and propped one boot up on the dashboard, putting his crotch in the man's direct line of sight. Ishan leaned back, folding his arms behind his head.

"So," he asked. "Do you have a name, or do you just want me to call you 'Daddy'?"

"Uh... Shubman. My name's Shubman."

Ishan leaned in close, putting his lips next to Shubman's ear. "Good. Then, Shubman, you ready to play?"

Shubman didn't answer. Instead, he just slid his hand down Ishan's chest and toward his groin. Ishan let him rub for just a moment, then slapped his hand away.

"Ah, ah, ah. You pay first." Ishan smiled.

Shubman nodded and dug through his pockets for a moment before handing him a crumpled note. Ishan slowly unfolded it to see that it was a thousand rupees. He raised an eyebrow, and Shubman quickly pulled out his wallet and found some smaller bills, handing them over.

Ishan counted it quickly. Twelve hundred rupees. Way too much than what he was usually given. So he nodded and shoved it into his back pocket. "All right," he said. "Now you can play."

Shubman didn't say anything else and just returned his hand to feeling him up. Ishan wasn't sure how Shubman took 'just my mouth' to mean fondle him, but he wasn't going to complain. He was actually kind of aroused by Shubman's clumsy, uncertain touch.

Shubman's fingers started to tug at the zipper, and Ishan grabbed his wrist. "Whoa, there, Shubman. The deal was my mouth. If you want my dick, that's an extra eight hundred."

Shubman was already digging in his wallet before Ishan could even consider if he was being a little cruel. Shubman handed over his money so easily. Too easily.

But Shubman didn't seem to mind at all as he handed over two crisp notes and went back to unzipping Ishan's pants and freeing his half-hard erection. Which was pretty impressive, honestly. Ishan wasn't even delving into his imagination to fake it.

Ishan gave a little roll of his hips to encourage Shubman. He was a little hesitant now that his fingers were touching flesh, but Ishan moaned, and that seemed to be enough for him.

God, Ishan was actually enjoying this. Shubman's grip became firm as he grew more confident, and before Ishan knew it, he wanted more.

The least he could do was give Shubman the service he paid for, Ishan thought. It was a bonus that he'd actually enjoy it.

Ishan slowly unbuckled Shubman's belt, then tugged his pants down just enough so he could free him from his briefs. Ishan wrapped his hand around it and began to pump it slowly as he leaned down, maintaining eye contact with Shubman until his lips touched the tip.

Ishan gave it a nice, long lick from base to head, then slipped it into his mouth. The taste was no better or worse than the average dick he ended up sucking, but he still moaned around Shubman's length like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted.

When Shubman was deep in Ishan's throat, Ishan could feel him starting to tense up, so he popped off and squeezed the base, chasing off the impending orgasm. Shubman groaned in slight frustration but didn't say anything.

After another few minutes of sucking, Shubman was right at the edge of orgasm again. Ishan stopped and looked up at him. "So. This is a pretty good cock, yeah? I mean, I'm sucking it and everything, but not quite enough to cum. That's gotta be worth at least another five hundred."

Shubman stared at Ishan in shock for a moment, and Ishan expected him to yell. He thought he had pushed his luck too far. Or, that's what he thought, but Shubman grabbed a couple of notes from his wallet and slipped them into the waist of Ishan's pants.

"Thanks, Shubman." Ishan licked his lips. "You're my favorite customer."

Ishan began to suck him off in earnest, bobbing his head up and down quickly as Shubman began to moan loudly. Ishan could feel Shubman getting closer, so he stopped again.

"Damn it!" Shubman's head fell back against the seat as he panted, desperate.

"It just seems like you're having such a good time... and, well, I did let you touch me. Starting to think you're just taking advantage of me, Shubman."

Shubman shook his head. "I swear to God, that's it. I don't have anything else."

Ishan sighed loudly. "I don't know. That doesn't sound very convincing. What if you get greedy with your hands again?"

Shubman stayed silent, refusing to make eye contact with him.

Ishan stared at Shubman's cock for a few seconds, then plunged it into his mouth. He slipped one hand down to massage Shubman's balls. Shubman tried to hold back his moans, but they still leaked out, and he eventually gave in and let them out fully.

Ishan loved the sound of a man moaning in pleasure.

Ishan gently bobbed his head up and down, taking it halfway down before rising back up. Shubman's cock swelled slightly as he got closer to orgasm, and Ishan stopped him from thrusting by holding his hips in place. He swirled his tongue around the head of Shubman's cock for a few moments, then pulled his mouth off. Ishan began to stroke Shubman's length as Shubman began to moan in time with the stroking.

"Oh, fuck," Shubman moaned. "I'm gonna..."

Ishan stopped jerking him off and thrust his mouth down Shubman's whole cock in one go, and he could feel Shubman begin to throb deep in his throat. Ishan wiggled his tongue under the head, and that's all Shubman needed before Ishan felt him orgasm with his throat tight around him.

Once Ishan was certain he had milked Shubman for everything he had-both his money and his cum-he gently let him slip out of his mouth.

Shubman stared at him with a glazed look on his face. It was exactly how Ishan liked them after they'd gotten their rocks off. Ishan felt... powerful, making any man weak for him, regardless of who they were outside of this moment.

"Damn," Shubman said softly, his head tilted back as he took a shuddering breath.

Ishan quickly fixed his clothes, ensured that every bill was accounted for, then looked out the window. "Well, Shubman, that was fun, but it looks like our time is up."

When Ishan turned to leave, Shubman called out, "Hey, I'd... like to do this again sometime."

Ishan laughed. "Well, you know where to find me." He winked before pushing the passenger door open and stepping out, sure to angle himself so his ass was in Shubman's direct line of sight. "Maybe bring more money next time, though," he added with a smirk.

As Shubman drove away, Ishan grinned and quickly pulled out his cell phone. He couldn't wait to share his triumph. He hit Mayank's contact and barely contained his excitement as he waited for him to pick up.

"Hey," Mayank answered groggily, his voice thick with sleep. "Everything okay?"

"Better than okay," Ishan replied, his grin widening. "You won't believe this, but I just charged some idiot almost twenty five hundred for a blowjob."

"Fuck you!" Mayank shouted, and the line went dead.

Ishan laughed, shaking his head at his brother's reaction, and then started the walk home. The cold night air was stark against his warm skin, invigorating him after the encounter. The walk was short, thankfully, as some nights, he didn't have much strength left to make it home. He slipped into the apartment just as Mayank was walking out of his bedroom, looking nervously at him, fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve.

"Um," Mayank started, glancing down at Ishan's feet. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry for yelling and hanging up. Can we talk for a minute?"

Ishan sighed but nodded, plopping down on the loveseat. He could tell by Mayank's expression that this was going to be one of those talks-serious, concerned, and full of brotherly love.

"I'm just really worried about you, okay?" Mayank began, his voice soft and pleading. "I mean, I know the money's good, and you can get more by doing that awful blowjob thing. But, you were going to be a teacher! Why give that up just to blow a bunch of guys for cash?" He looked at Ishan with those soft, pleading eyes that always made it hard for Ishan to stay mad. "I just don't want you to end up... I don't know... like me, a dropout with no direction. I'm just worried about you, Ishan. I love you."

Ishan started unlacing his boots, kicking them off with another sigh. "If I didn't do this, we'd be living off your waitress wage in a shitty one-bedroom flat... and I don't think I could handle that. We need this, okay? I'm not doing this forever. Just until I can figure something else out."

Mayank smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes as they filled with tears. "I'd rather live in a shitty flat than this place if it meant you'd stop doing... what you do." He shook his head, resigned. "But okay. It's your choice. Now come give your brother a hug."

"Okay, okay." Ishan stood up from the loveseat and walked over to Mayank, wrapping his arms around him as his brother did the same. Ishan gave him a squeeze, just to show he cared. "Can I go spend my money now?"

Mayank laughed softly. "Yeah, okay."

Ishan ducked into his bedroom and jumped on the bed. He reached back to get the wad of bills he'd sucked out of Shubman, then set it in front of him and stared at it. Normally, he'd be bruised with a sore ass to see this kind of cash from one night. Tonight, he was... kind of still turned on, a little bit. The erection had faded, but there was still a warmth in his groin that threatened to spring things into action at any moment.

He rolled over onto his back and pulled out his phone, flipping through the wishlist of things he'd thought were going to be out of reach for quite some time. He could get a really nice t-shirt for Mayank, or some new boots for himself... Hell, he could afford both.

The phone screen dimmed as he stared at it without scrolling. Mayank's words were still in his head. He really needed to start figuring out a better long-term solution. His thumbs hovered over the search bar, and then, with a sigh, he switched the page from shopping to the search results for 'good savings account.'

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