"I hear he has a permanently hungry ass."
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A week passes and Jack hasn't attempted to call on Dexter's services. Dexter tells himself he is glad of this. He doesn't need that kind of history disrupting his life. He was doing ok. He was earning a living doing his favourite pastime and he was beginning to make decent money. Dexter didn't need friends, he certainly didn't need lovers and he definitely didn't need Jack. 

But when he got the text mid week, to meet a 'Mr J', he was convinced it was Jack trying to contact him once again. He was ready to shoot Jack down in flames, but it wasn't Jack. Just a man needing a midweek pick me up. Dexter hated himself more for even giving a damn. He should have been glad it wasn't him. 

He began finding himself wondering if each client he was going to meet would be him, with Dexter trying to make tenuous links with the information provided. But each time it wasn't Jack, the more he wished it was. 

So now, here he was, standing outside the club Lady D's, waiting for someone called Clark Kent and trying to somehow associate it with Jack. Was Jack trying to be a hero in disguise and save him? But as a figure approaches, Dexter knew he was once again mistaken.

"Are you Chandler?" A guy with blonde hair, swept neatly in a side parting approaches Dexter. 

"Clark Kent?'' Dexter says, raising an eyebrow at the man who did look a bit like a blonde superman. They shake hands and Dexter's thoughts of Jack are a little dulled. This man wasn't too shabby. He had this mysterious look about him. Dexter didn't know if he should be unnerved or not. The handsome mysterious ones were the most sadistic, but could also be the most fun. "So, where to?" Dexter questions. 

"Ah you're not for me sweetheart." The man says with a smile as he proceeds to pull from his pocket what looked like a burner phone. "I need you to do a little job for me." 

Dexter watches the phone come into view, he stands backa little. "I'm not doing any drug dealer shit." Dexter begins. But the man just laughs. 

"Chill will you." He pulls at Dexter's hand and smacks the phone into it, before sandwiching Dexter's hand with both of his. "I just need you to plant this on someone. Just a little revenge for a friend." Clark Kent now lets go, leaving Dexter to look at the device left in his hand. 

"What's on this?" He questions. 

"That... is none of your business, but if you succeed I'll give you a bonus. The man says with a wide grin. 

"And how am I supposed to know who this person is?" Dexter now asks. The man pulls out another phone from his jacket pocket.

"His name is Simon. He will be in Queens." The man says. Dexter looks at the image. A guy, slim to medium build, maybe around his age. 

"And I just need to plant this? I don't need to do anything else?" Dexter wonders, looking back up at the man. 

"Hey, as long as you get that phone in his possession without him knowing, I don't care how you do it... but I hear he has a permanently hungry ass." The man says, leaning a little closer as he utters the latter of the sentence. 

Dexter looks back at the man who was again giving off a villainous vibe. "I'll be in touch." He then walks away up the street, with Dexter momentarily watching him go, before he turns the opposite way and heads to the bar called Queens.

As he steps into the bar, the opposite end of the street, he soon spots the target in his sights. He briefly assesses his approach, wondering how the guy would want to play things, deciding to go for the handsome innocent newbie approach, until he could read him better. He now heads for the bar.

"Lemme guess hun, here to meet someone?" The lady in drag says from behind the bar, raising a penciled on eyebrow. "Someone as hot as you is no way single. You're just here to make the rest of us look ugly." 

"Speak for yourself!" The guy called Simon interjected. 'I have my assets...they're just not my face." 

"I feel like I'm intruding on something." Dexter says as he leans forward slightly on the bar, looking at the pair, trying his best to sound all naive.

"Depends on whether you're single." The lady behind the bar says, with invested interest as she also leans in a little closer, meeting him halfway.

"Well…" Dexter says with a chuckle. "You are gorgeous, but…." It's not that he wouldn't any other time, but he was on paid time and she wasn't the one paying.

"Not your type. Ok what are you having?" She cuts Dexter off mid sentence as she stands up straight and crosses her arms. 

"Same as him….please." Dexter is now feeling in fear of his life from the landlady.  

Soon there are two beers resting on the bar, with the target and Dexter left alone. The man looks up to see Dexter look a little warily at the landlady.  "Her bark is worse than her bite." He says with a smile as the guy now turns to look at him.

"Oh, yeah I'm not worried." Dexter forces a reassuring smile. 

"She was right though…about you having the gift of a handsome face." The male gestures toward Dexter's face with a finger, with the rest of the hand clutching onto his pint glass. "Are you actually meeting someone?"

"No," Dexter said looking down, trying his best to be coy, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

"Ah come on! Do you think I'm an amateur? You know you've heard it a hundred times before, about how hot you are and you've probably pulled that fucking cute face before too. You don't need to do that with me. Say the word, I'll fuck you, or maybe I'll let you fuck me." He says, as he casually sips his beer, not taking his eyes off Dexter.

Dexter's face changes in an instant, with it now adopting a serious expression,  He tries his best to keep up the pretence. "It would be my first time."

"Bullshit!" The target replies, now facing Dexter head on. "Look around you. This place is full of hungry wolves looking for prey. You could have anyone in here. Why are you talking to me right now?" 

Dexter sighs, he was never the best at acting. He reaches a hand forward and slowly but forcibly cups the man's crotch, making him hitch a breath. "You want to know why I want to fuck you right now, why out of all these people, I choose you?" 

"Mmhm." The guy breathes out, the contact instantly making him think of only one thing. 

"Because you look the most desperate and I'm on a schedule." He replies. "Am I wrong? If I'm wrong, I'll let go." It was true that the guy did seem desperate. Maybe the guy's backside was hungry as described, but there was another reason why Dexter wanted to fuck him...Jack. No matter how hard he had tried, Dexter just couldn't get him from his mind. And this stranger before him was the closest to Jack Dexter could think of right now...