It was hot, messy, and worth every minute of my time in my tightly packed schedule. This business man, this gorgeously tanned skinned man was everything I wanted and more. "Well Zayn, let's have some fun." I teased, lingering my lips over his. I could feel his shaky breath tickling the sensitive skin above my lip. He smelled like brown sugar and vanilla, the best combination for a guy that looked like that.

"What would you like me to do?" I pulled away, thought kept a tight hold on his tie, tugging gently. I found out over a while of doing this sort of job that men like that. They liked the little bit of control that I had over them. "I can strip for you. You can strip me. Anything you want." I turned around, pulling his tie over my shoulder and leading him to the bed. He was being oddly quiet, but I knew it was because he was nervous.

"Uhm, I-" His voice trembled. "What do you usually do with your, erm, clients?" He asked. Yeah. He was nervous. I turned to face him, working my fingers on his tie and slipping it off of him and dropping it to the floor.

"That's confidential." I winked, pressed my palms to his chest and letting him sit back on the bed. "I can't tell you, but I can show you." I said in a low and sultry voice, climbing onto his lap and straddling him. He shifted slightly beneath me and I could tell he was already exited in those expensive trousers. "So how about it, baby?" I tested out the pet name and he didn't seem to respond to it, so I moved onto the next. "Hmmm, daddy?" I asked, bucking my hips into him and he gasped out, grabbing my hips. That's it.

"I'm new to this." My client spoke up, rubbing hard circles into my hips with his thumbs. "I've never paid for sex before." He sounded unsure about the whole thing and I needed to keep him on track if I was gonna make some money that night. I shifted on him and he let out a groan.

"Don't you worry your pretty face, daddy. I will take good care of you. And hey, since you're new, I'll give you the whole night to pay me. You're a friend of Louis'. I think I can trust you." I leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lips. He didn't kiss back and I felt a little sad about that, but he was new and I knew that. I would have to work for my money tonight.

"How about you get out of that tight looking suit of yours." I flipped his collar up and then played with his shirt collar. I went to unbutton his shirt when he stopped me. "What's the matter?"

My client looked up at me with those big caramel colored eyes. He was watching me as though he could see my blood cells moving underneath my skin. I felt a rush of blood into my cheeks because of his state. He looked at me as though I was his whole world even though we were only strangers making a business deal. "I want to take this," He plucked the fabric of my shirt. I was glad I changed into it. It was a lift blue color that really showed off my eyes. "off of you." His voice had something dark accompanying it. And what I could say is that it made my whole body tremble.

"Whatever you want," I grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted it up slightly. "daddy." I showed off my toned stomach and his hands went straight underneath my shirt, pushing it up further until I lifter my arms and he removed the article of clothing completely. I was itching to see what was underneath his suit and tie exterior, but I knew this wasn't for me. This was all for him and I was getting paid to make sure he had a good time.

His fingers grazed over my nipples, causing me to gasp. I was always so sensitive and my client seemed to like my reaction to the touch, so he played further. I had forgotten his name by then, was it Zak? I didn't know. The only persons name I needed to remember was Liam. He was the majority of my income. He paid more than any of my other clients. And this guy, who was extremely delicious looking, was paying at a discount. Next time, I couldn't afford to be so cheap.

I had bills to pay. Hotel fees. My small, slum of an apartment cost me half of what Lawrence paid me for the weekend. Not to mention paying the landlord extra just to keep silent about my age and let me live there by myself. Life was hard, but it was better than before where my dad would hit me and my mom wouldn't even care. She would just turn a blind eye and sip on her wine like she didn't have a care in the world. I was her damn son, she should've cared about me.

I guess that's how I ended up like this. I say I sell myself to make money for the most part, but I think a part of me does it for the attention. I like the feeling of being wanted, even if it was mostly from old men and the occasional woman. But then men like this guy would come around. I would call my job fun at a time like that. Especially since I was grinding hard on my client's lap while he attacked my neck with small nips and rough kisses.

"Feels so good." I moaned out, rocking my hips into his. He shook up his coat and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. I went to help him, but he smacked my hands away. Some men were like that. They liked to touch, not be touched. Plus, there was the aspect of me being a prostitute. My touch was dirty because I was dirty. Damn, I sure felt that way most of the time.

As he started to removed his formal shirt, I saw some swirls of ink at his collar bones. When he removed the rest of the shirt I gasped. He was covered in tattoos. Both arms and chest, one peaking just up his neck a little. I was not expecting that, but I sure was enjoying it. I gawked at him and his brilliant tattoos and he was eating up the attention. "Can I take your pants off?" He asked. I could hear the confidence in his voice. It wasn't there before.

I nodded because he could do anything he wanted. He was paying for me after all. "You don't have to ask." I slid off his lap and guided his hands to my pants. "Anything you want, you can have." I said breathlessly. He took control then, grabbing my hips and tearing my pants and boxers down my legs. He stared at me greedily. I don't know why I was surprised by his actions because he was just like every other man. Maybe that was it. I had a vibe that he wasn't like the rest. I hoped that he wasn't like the rest.

He nervously nodded and allowed me to step out of my pants and boxers. I was semi-erect at that point, panting slightly when the cold air in the room hit my d.ick. It was always strange to be with a new man for the first time. I didn't know what he liked, other than the pet name I gave him a few times. He was new to the scene, as Louis had said, so I bet he didn't know that sex works the same way as it does with others, this time he's just paying me for my services. "Remember rule number one." I said, reaching forward to stroke his face, ruffling his dark beard up a little. "Don't be nervous." He nodded again and took me into his hand.

I gasped, leaning forward and placing my forehead to his. He was staring right at me, pupils wide in excitement and mouth parted much like my own. I took things into my own hands and straddled his lap again, unbuttoning his pants as fast as I could. Once he was free I smirked. He was so big and I was going to have so fun on this job. "Oh god." I trembled, loving the feeling of his hands all over me, jerking me off until I was completely blissed out.

I rolled my fingers onto his length and received a jerky twitch in response. He was pulsating in my palm, ready for whatever I had to give him. "Ah, mmmm." I moaned and rocked my hips into his.

Before I knew it I was being flipped over onto the bed. My face was in a pillow to mute my moans of pleasure. I made sure to put a little effort into my moans and heavy breaths to make it seem like I was going mad with pleasure from this stranger. Though, I was enjoying him a lot. "What's the s-second rule?" He asked while his hand moved from my d.ick to my ass. He began to spread me, pushing my legs apart roughly. "Y-You said you had rules." He panted. I could hear him tugging at himself. Each squelch came with a moan on his part.

"S-second rule." I paused. "I don't do bondage." He chuckled, muttering out an "okay."

"Third rule?" He asked again. I could handle guys who wanted to talk when having sex, but when it was something as hot at this tanned masterpiece, I was getting a little impatient.

"Third rule. Just f.uck me." I said harshly, but he seemed to like it. His hands massaged me until he played with my entrance with a slim finger. I moaned out in pleasure and discomfort. I was glad that I had lubed up prior to him showing up. Most men were like that, so ready that they forget about the proper ways of going about having anal sex. This guy was no different.

Before he could plunge himself inside of me, which I was hoping would happen soon, a phone rang from the other side of the room. Everything stopped and my client pulled his hands away from me. It wasn't my phone. I had turned mine off for the night. There was nothing more annoying than a phone going off in the middle of a steamy sex-capade.

"Sorry." He apologized, awkwardly getting off the bed with an erection and walking over to his discarded coat that had managed to get to the other side of the room. He leaned over and I got a look at his back, there were tattoos there too. I sat on the bed as he answered his phone with annoyance in his voice.

"What do you mean Irwin lost the deal? That's unacceptable." He paced around the room naked, his erection going flaccid. Great. "Fine. I'm heading over now. Don't talk to a single damn investor. You'll bankrupt me." He cursed, grabbing his clothes and hastily putting them on. He turned to me and sighed. "How much do I owe you?" He asked.

"Uh-" I was confused about what was going on. He was leaving without having the sex he was paying for. "We didn't-"

"Come on, what do I owe you? You're a college student right? You probably need the money. I have tons of it." He pulled his pants up his legs and then pulled his wallet out the back pocket. His change in attitude put me off a bit. When he came in he was so nervous and unsure about it all. But he was pissed off now and I knew it had to do with the lack of sex and the annoying phone call. Louis did say he was a business man. He must have been an important guy.

"Three hundred." I muttered. He opened his wallet and pulled some bills out. He set them on the table, along with a business card. I thanked him and he was out the door a second later. That was how it went. That was how it always went. I made my way to the bathroom to shower and relax. It was pretty late at night and I needed to get home. Tomorrow was a day off and my rent was due. I had to get everything together. After cleaning up, I walked over to the table where my money was and picked up the bills. My eyes widened when I saw that he didn't leave me three hundred, but he left me a thousand. That was more than I would make with Liam in a weekend.

I grinned like an idiot. Rent wouldn't be a problem this month. I glanced at the business card he left and saw that his name started with a Z, but it wasn't Zak like I thought. He was Zayn Malik, president of Global Technologies Incorporated. So what I thought was true, he was a very important guy.

I gathered my things and pocketed my money, placing it securely inside the inner pocket of my jacket with the money I had gotten that morning from Liam. I paid the hotel, no questions asked and I even had enough money to go grocery shopping. This was a first and I was extremely happy, although sore and hungry.

When I was about half way home, my phone buzzed in my pocket and it was Louis calling. I sighed because I didn't want another client. I needed to rest. I answered just to tell him so, but he had other news for me.

"What's up, Ni?" He chimed, always too happy all the time. "I've got some good news."

"I hope it's not another client, Louis. I have to go home at some point." I grumbled, rubbing my tired eyes.

"No, it's that guy. Zayn Malik." I could hear the excitement in Louis' voice. He would always be happy since he was essentially my pimp and got a share of my money in the end. "He booked you for the entire month."

"What?" No. I couldn't do that. I had other clients. I had Lawrence on the weekends. That was how it worked. This guy who came out of no where couldn't have me for an entire month. What would happen after? I wouldn't have a client list after that if I ignored them for this one guy.

"Yeah. He said that he liked what he had and wanted you for the whole month. He's paying up front too." Louis was ecstatic, but I don't think he understood the consequences of taking away my time from other people with lots of power. I feared most about what Lawrence would do. "Niall, I don't know what you did, but great job. You just landed an easy thirty thousand."

What?!!? We didn't even have sex!

A/N: Uhm, yeah. Happy 2015 everyone. I got my internet back.

Much Love

Jachxx