"So, what do you think about?"

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"You want to come with me? And what? Fuck them too? What if it's a woman?" Dexter looks at Jack with wonder. What did he want out of this?

"I just want to watch," Jack says as he looks down a little guiltily. "I want to watch you." He glances up to see Dexter smirking. 

"Do you now? Well, I guess we will have to see what the client has to say about that," Dexter says as he slowly closes the shower door once again, leaving Jack a moment to get his head around what he was asking. 

***

"A Travelco?" Jack questions as he and Dexter pull up in Jack's company car outside the reasonably priced national motel chain. "I thought your clients were supposed to be high end."

"Hey, I have no control over where we meet. I suspect this is an amateur though. I mean, clichè motel right?" Dexter looks to Jack who was still staring out of the car's front windscreen seemingly deep in thought. "Hey…" Jack turns to look at Dexter staring at him.  "This was your idea. Are you having second thoughts already?"

"I guess fantasy can seem better than reality." Jack says as he emits a nervous laugh at his words. "Maybe I shouldn't have come…"

Knock knock knock

Both Jack and Dexter jump slightly at the sound of someone knocking on the window, on Dexter's side. Dexter's eyes widen at the familiar face staring at him. He winds down the window. "You're joking me right?" He takes in the man with whom he had been paid to entertain a couple of nights previous.

"So you're 'the gigolo.' " The young slender built male says with a grin. "Why couldn't you tell me that before I don't know?" 

"I'm a fucking escort!" And I know who you've been talking to." Dexter huffs. "That bloody drag queen." 

"Hey, I'll have no word against Jomumma. She is a mother to a lot of us when our own mothers don't give a shit." The male now places a hand on the window's opening. "Who's your friend?" 

"None of your business." Dexter bites back. 

"It might be my business." The man says with a smirk as he leans a little more into the car, taking in the driver before turning his attention back to the passenger "You're Chandler." 

"Wait…how do you…" Dexter sighs heaving. "You're Simone?" 

"Got it in one. You're mine for the night." 

"I thought you would be a woman." Dexter now looks the guy up and down. 

"Hey, I'm all for you treating me like a lady, but why have you brought this guy?" He once again gestures towards Jack in the driver's seat. 

Dexter looks at Jack, who looked like he was a rabbit caught in the headlights. He places a hand on Jack's leg to steady his nerves. "He's my apprentice," Dexter says, smiling at Jack's panic stricken face. 

"Apprentice huh? How?" The guy questions. 

"However I say." Dexter snaps back as he turns to look at the man still peering through the window. 

"As long as I don't have to pay extra, I don't care." He shrugs as he finally moves back from the car, allowing Dexter to get out. 

As Dexter exits the vehicle, he sees that Jack isn't doing the same. He leans into the opened door. "Hey, come on…" he looks at Jack, willing him to get out of the car. 

"I feel sick." Jack suddenly says as he clings tightly on the steering wheel. 

Dexter sighs as he reluctantly gets back into the car, momentarily shutting them inside away from the client's ears. "Hey, you don't have to be here, you can go and I won't stop you, but let me tell you something." 

Jack looks at Dexter, still with that expression plastered on his face. "What?" 

"What you're feeling right now is how I feel every time. Even now. Sick, scared sometimes, afraid I won't be able to get it up. You wouldn't believe the bulldogs I've had to fuck as if they were gods." Dexter laughs at his words, trying his best to lighten the mood. 

"What are you trying to tell me Dex?" Jack asks as his hands continue to grasp the steering wheel. 

"Don't think of this as what it is. Reality is bullshit. Fucking this guy in a cheap motel is bullshit, but…" Dexter now leans closer to Jack, grinning at his face. "When you get in your own head and imagine the possibilities, that's when the fun begins." 

"Imagination huh?" Jack says, finally changing his expression from one of terror to one of thought. "So what do you think about?" Jack wonders as he looks back at Dexter. 

Dexter reaches a hand forwards, a finger tapping the underside of Jack's chin. "Isn't it obvious?"

Jack looks at Dexter all confused, he shakes his head. "I don't know, porn?" 

 Dexter pushes Jack on the shoulder for his ridiculous response. "You know, for a CEO or whatever you are, you can be totally clueless sometimes…It's you, you idiot!"