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The Queen of Hearts

Chapter One

The night was dark and extremely cold. It was almost ten o clock and the snow that had been falling for the past hour had blanketed the city in a layer of white. Along the streets, the snow had been trampled into slush, riddled with dirt and footsteps but on the banks of the river running through the city, the snow lay perfectly.

A figure stood on the bridge overlooking the river, staring out at the darkness with a cigarette in hand. The pale, slender body was covered only with a black, shimmering top with the shoulders cut out and long, thin legs were left bare by the ridiculously short skirt and the lack of anything but low top converse shoes.

The jet black hair had been pulled up into pigtails that bunched at the top of the head, with bangs that fell long over a cute, rounded face, almost covering dark grey eyes. The makeup was tasteful: mascara that accented already long, curled lashes, a hint of eyeliner and dark eye shadow. There was a touch of dark lipstick on full, pouting lips and a little rouge on too pale cheeks.

The too slender form was shivering in the cold, but there was nothing to be done about it.

Madison took one last drag of his cigarette before he threw it off the bridge. He didn’t wait to see where it would land, simply turned and started off through the snow. It was a short trek, past brightly lit, late night convenience stores and a number of clubs and bars before he reached his destination, under a road bridge in the middle of town.

At the bottom of the hill he walked down, at the edge of the bridge was a dimly lit street corner. Huddled together against the cold were four slender figures, dressed just like Madison in too skimpy clothing. They looked at first glance, just like Madison, like females, but he knew each of them by name and they were all definitely male. As he approached the group, a tall, broad man rounded the corner, dressed in warm clothing with a cigar in his hand and, despite the darkness of night, he wore sunglasses.

“Madison,” the man frowned when the boy stopped at the group. “You’re late. I had to send Jamie to cover your regular.”

“Yeah, I know…” Madison looked away, not really in the mood to talk to the man, but a firm hand grasped his arm, yanking him round.

“I want my money, you little bitch. You’d better get it to me tonight or I’m going to come and get it.”

Madison just rolled his eyes and the man let him go irritably, stalking off round the corner and back into the warmth of his heated car, leaving the five males shivering on the street corner.

“Why so late, Maddy?” one of them asked and the dark haired boy just shrugged.

“Just didn’t feel like hurrying…”

They all knew what he meant. Neither of them had wanted to leave the warmth of their apartments to venture out into the cold snow with too little clothing on. Then they would have to stand on a street corner, trying to make themselves look more attractive so some old pervert would pick them up and then fuck them for money.

Madison would have given anything to quit the profession, but he had little choice. He had people harassing him for money and prostitution was the only way he could earn it fast enough. He was good at it, slender, attractive and experienced in bed, and he had no problem picking up clients and earning a lot of money. Unfortunately, his john would always stop by and take most of it, leaving just enough to pay his landlord and barely eat for the week.

Thankfully, he had people to share an house with and therefore split the rent and food bills. Jamie, the boy that had covered his client was his oldest friend- the two of them had gotten into the business together and had always been there for each other. Their other room mate was a boy named Alysia, who worked at a lap dancing club down town, preferring to stay in the warm and have men ogle him, instead of out in the cold.

“You look frozen, honey,” a tall, blond boy told him, wrapping an arm around his slender shoulders. “You should wear a bit more.”

“Yeah, I wish. But Maddox won’t let me, says I’ve got good legs…and if I cover them up, the clients won’t like it.”

“Got a ciggy, hun?”

Madison pulled open the small bag he’d brought with him and handed a cigarette to the blond who lit it up quickly. As he smoked it, a car came round the corner slowly, an expensive vehicle with dark windows and it rolled to a stop along the curb. A moment later, the window wound down.

He was tempted to approach it, to get started on his first job of the night, but he decided against it. One of the other boys approached the car, leaning his arm along the frame of the door as he bent down to talk to the driver. A few moments later, he was walking round the car and slipping into the passenger seat, into the heat and comfort.

“Man, why do we do this, Maddy?” the blond asked him and Madison just shrugged his slim shoulders.

“Because we have to, Rob. We don’t do this, we get no money. No money means no home, no food…and pretty much death.”

Rob sighed deeply, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “I’d like to find some rich guy to shack up with…someone who’d pay for me to lounge around all day and look sexy.”

Madison laughed softly. “Wouldn’t we all.”

The next thirty minutes passed without incident, without a single car rounding the corner except for the one bringing back the boy that had gone with the client. Madison wished he could just give up and go home, curl up in the warmth of his bed and listen to music or read a book.

When he was just preparing to go look for a better spot, a car pulled up. One of the other boys approached the window, but the driver shook his head.

“Get me that one,” he said pointing at Madison and the boy nodded, moving over to the group.

“He wants you, Maddy.”

Madison felt Rob squeeze his shoulder before he slid away from him, walking on freezing feet towards the car and round to the passenger side. The vehicle was expensive, a sleek, black number with padded, cream, leather seats and he slid into it with a sigh, happy to close the door and block out the freezing cold. The client wasn’t as bad looking as some of the other men he serviced, a tall brunette with a handsome face and a decent body. He was wearing a fancy, black suit with a black tie and expensive shoes.

“Hello beautiful. Couldn’t leave you standing on that corner all shivering and cold.”

A large hand slid up his thigh, under the hem of his skirt briefly, then the man turned to pull away from the curb. “Taking you to a hotel. How much for a good fuck?”

Madison paused for a moment, wondering how much he could get away with asking the man for. He seemed rich, rich enough that he wouldn’t care how much he had to pay for a hot piece of ass.

“Hundred bucks.”

“You got it. I’ll pay you afterwards.”

The boy nodded stiffly, trying to relax back in the seat as the man steered the car down the dark street towards the nearest hotel. That was also a good sign, that the man opted for a hotel instead of a cheap motel or the back of his car. He would get a nice, comfy bed to fuck on and most likely a hot shower.

He sat in silence as the man drove, one long leg crossed over the other and fingers tapping the edge of the seat impatiently. That was the part he hated, the waiting to get it started when he just wanted it to be over and done with.

“Impatient little thing aren’t you?” the brunette asked and Madison just forced himself to smile seductively.

“I’m just anxious to get naked and beneath you,” he said, fluttering his eyelashes at the man, who groaned in response.

“That’s hot.”

It wasn’t long before the man pulled into a car park, choosing a space near the building and the two of them got out. He slipped an arm around Madison’s shoulders as they made their way into the hotel, entering a well decorated lobby. The hotel was fancy, but not too fancy, a place that wasn’t too expensive but would do for fucking a whore.

Madison stood off to one side as the man approached the desk to book them a room. He was given more than a few looks, people that knew exactly what he was and exactly what he was there for. In the beginning, it had affected him, the way people stared, but he learned to ignore it. If he cared what people thought of him, he wouldn’t get anything done.

“Got us a nice little room,” the brunette told him, leading him towards the elevator. “With a big bed for me to fuck you on.”

“I can’t wait,” he replied in a low, sexy voice.

That was one thing he hated, putting it on for the clients. He hated acting so much, pretending he was so interested in the sex, when he just wanted to go home. The clients liked when he put it on, moaning and whimpering as they fucked him, pretending he enjoyed it. He was thankful when they let him have a shower afterwards, when he could wash the evidence of their pleasure from his skin and pretend for a few moments that he wasn’t a filthy whore. They would always pay him afterwards…but it didn’t seem worth it.

The room they were given was one of the smaller ones, furnished with a big bed, a comfortable looking chair and a long table with odds and ends on it, including a television. Just inside the door was an en suite bathroom and he could see a fairly big shower through the open door, which he hoped he would end up in before the night was through.

The man pushed the door closed and crossed to the window, looking out at the dark city for a few moments before he drew the curtains. He then turned to Madison and smiled at him as he slipped off his jacket.

Madison didn’t need to be asked. He bent down to slip off his shoes, pushing them with his toe against the wall neatly as he moved further into the room. Thankfully, it was nice and warm and he was no longer shivering and it didn’t take too much for him to snag the hem of his top and pull it up over his head. By the time he dropped it beside him, the brunette was standing next to him, staring down with some interest.

“My, my, these are sexy,” he said, flicking one of the rings through Madison’s nipples that were peaked from the cold. He then tugged on one suddenly, pulling a hiss from the boy’s lips.

Another grin from the man before he moved away to remove the last of his clothing. His body was acceptable, fairly strong and tanned with a firm chest. Madison sighed when he removed his pants, however, revealing his already hard cock that was a good, healthy size. He preferred when his clients had a small cock, when it wouldn’t hurt and they could get inside him easily enough without too much fuss.

“Like what you see, sexy?” the brunette asked and Madison forced a sultry smile, running his tongue over his bottom lip.

“Mm, it’s gorgeous, I can’t wait to have it inside me.”

He slid his hands down to pull off his skirt, but the client stopped him. “Leave it on, it’ll be sexy when I fuck you.”

Apart from Madison’s skirt, they were both naked, the man’s tanned, toned body a contrast to the boy’s pale, slender one. He didn’t quite know where the brunette wanted to go, so he simply stood in the centre of the room as the man made a trip to the bathroom, rummaging in the cabinets he presumed for something to use as lube.

He decided to get on the bed and lay back, resting on his elbows as the client returned, regarding him with a smirk on his face.

“You’re a dirty whore aren’t you?” he asked, getting onto the bed and leaning his weight over Madison’s body. “You can’t wait for me to fuck you.”

“I’m just begging for it,” Madison replied, spreading his legs and causing the man’s groin to brush heavily against his. It gave him a little jolt of arousal, but nothing spectacular.

Teeth closed around his nipple as a large hand slid up his leg, caressing his soft thigh roughly. The teeth pulled at the ring in his nipple, making him gasp, and the next thing he knew, he was being shoved roughly onto his front and the man’s weight was heavy against his back.

Madison sighed. The client seemed to like being rough, which meant he would be used rather brutally. They came in all shapes and sizes, but there were a good few who liked to be rough with the whores they bought for the night, doing everything with them that they couldn’t do with a wife or partner.

The brunette ground his groin into Madison’s backside through the layer of the skirt, moaning as he stimulated himself. The boy then heard the click of a cap opening and the next thing he knew, his skirt was lifted and two thick fingers were being pushed into him.

It had happened a hundred times to him and he just forced himself to relax so it wouldn’t hurt, laying submissively as the man that was probably twice his age prepared him for sex. He was only nineteen himself, but he’d been working the streets since he was sixteen, spending night after night on the street corner to earn his living.

The man disappeared for a few moments, rummaging in the pocket of the jacket he’d discarded for a condom before rolling it onto his cock and returning to the bed.

Madison couldn’t stop the soft moan of discomfort as the man held his cheeks apart and pressed the head of his cock to his entrance. Without giving Madison any time to adjust, he pushed forward, sinking the length of his erection that he’d barely lubricated into the tightness of the boy’s ass. That was something his clients loved about him, the fact that he stayed so tight, no matter how many times he’d been fucked.

“Mm, you’re tight, sexy,” the brunette groaned, pinning Madison’s hips down as he pushed himself in to the root, pausing only to get used to the sensation himself before he began withdrawing, only to thrust in again. Madison got hang of things pretty easily, and he knew the best way to get the man off would be to do whatever he wanted, lie submissively and let the other use him until he reached his completion.

He jerked as teeth suddenly closed around his shoulder, biting into his flesh as if he wanted to leave a mark. Hands gripped his hips hard enough to bruise as the man yanked him backwards, pulling him up onto his knees so he could get a better position. Madison allowed his upper body to drop forward, shoulders resting on the bed so the man could penetrate him deeper, gaining more pleasure out of the whole experience.

“God you’re a fucking naughty whore,” the man breathed, thrusting into Madison harshly. “I could never fuck my boyfriend like this…he likes it slow and gentle and loving, when all I wanna do is ram him hard. God…so damn tight…”

The dark haired boy chose to ignore him, not feeling up to listening to him go on. He wasn’t a councillor, he didn’t want to hear about the man’s sex life at home, or his reasons for finding a whore. He just wanted to do his job, get the money and then leave.

The man was thrusting so hard into him that it was starting to hurt. Every thrust jerked his body forward, fingers digging into his hips so hard, cock bruising his insides. He made up his mind to charge the guy extra money if he wanted to do it again before the night was up, as he inevitably would.

“You dirty whore,” the man grunted, thrusting into him so hard the bed rocked. “You dirty, little slut. You like me fucking you like this, don’t you?”

He didn’t even bother reaching round to see if Madison was aroused, just kept talking, thinking he was being sexy. Madison couldn’t help but roll his eyes, wishing for it to all be over. The man was talking to him like the two of them were lovers who were role playing during sex, expecting him to play along and talk back. He doubted, though, that the brunette would care if he talked back or not.

It wasn’t long before the man’s pace suddenly slowed and the grip on Madison’s hips tightened almost impossibly. There came a loud groan from behind him and the man gave him a few more weak thrusts before collapsing along his back, panting heavily.

“Jesus,” he said after a while, sliding his soft cock out of Madison and sitting on the bed to pull the condom off before tying the end and throwing it into a bin on the floor. “You’re fucking tight, sexy. The money I gave you include a blow job once I get my breath back?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Madison climbed off of the bed, slipping the skirt down off his hips as he headed for the bathroom, leaving the client lounging on the bed.

He let out a sigh as he stepped into the shower, the warm water beating down on his head and beginning to wash away the dirty feeling. It was a good shower, hot and powerful, unlike the one back at his apartment, he only wished he could have the chance to use one without the sex before hand. Having showers had become one of his favourite past times, or a bath where he could really lie back and relax. Back at his apartment, he often took baths with Jamie and Alysia in the bathtub that was surprisingly large for the grotty little place. The three of them would climb into the water with mugs of coffee or tea and sit back amongst the bubbles and really talk. It was one of the few pleasures he got out of life.

Madison closed his eyes and let the water wash over him, thoroughly cleansing his body. He had only been in there a few minutes, but already he was beginning to feel better about the whole thing. The worst part was over, he could just suck the man off and then get back to the others. A hundred dollars was good takings for an hour’s work, at least Maddox would be pleased. He wouldn’t have to do too much more work before the man let him go home.

Madison’s peaceful shower was ruined suddenly by hands grasping his hips and a naked body pressed against his back.

“Hey sexy, I’m ready for another round,” the client informed him and he couldn’t help but sigh. “I’ll give you an extra fifty if you let me fuck you again, right here.”

He contemplated refusing, but eventually the need for money won over and he turned to the man with a forced smile painted across his lips.

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