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It was a quiet night for business as Matthew stood on the street corner in a flamboyant dress and a blonde wig. He was smoking a cigerette, watching the haze of smoke drift into the darkening sky. His dark eye make up was smudged as a result of a long day. Soon he'd be off duty whenever they next hooker would show up. He couldnt wait to go home, to change out of his work clothes, he thought, as he tugged at the tight corset that was digging into him.
Matt heard loud footsteps and looked up to see two boisterous looking men approaching him. Matt straightened up immediately. They were the henchmen of his emploeyee.
"Hello boys," he purred, "Is there anything I can do for you today?" followed by a fake high pitched giggle. The two men looked at him with disgust. Being a male prostitute was the lowest of the low that even lowlife thugs looked down on it.
"Boss wants to see you," one of the men muttered avoiding any eye contact with Matthew. Matt knew that his presence made the men uncomfortable and relished the thought of it. "Well, take me darling!" he shouted linking an arm with one of them dramatically, fluttering his dark eyelashes flirtatiously.
***
"Chris, those two imbeciles said you want to see me. My shift was over a half an hour ago, so this better be fucking pwoper!" Matt said to the burly man sitting behind the large desk.
"Yeah, sit down, I've a special job for you, Bellamy. I know how you hate working on the streets, I may have found another solution for you but there are conditions. You know about the ongoing feuds going on between Lord Howard and the Grimshaw family?" Matt nodded. "Well the Grimshaws want to hire you to work in the Howard's estate as a spy. There is a job secured for you as a servant in the Howard household. It's the perfect position for a spy. You will be invisible yet hear everything. They want you to be as close to the family as possible. This is ideal for you Matthew, you might be able to save up and get out of this shithole of a place. Plus you'll be getting double pay 'cause the Grimshaws will be paying you as well."
Matt wasn't stupid he knew the risk he would be taking if he decided to take the job. If his position was to be discovered by the Howard family, he'd be gone quicker than you could say duck sauce. The Grimshaws were also notorious criminals, responsible for the majority of opium dens around the small city. One small mistake could be the end of him with people like this But his desperation to get out of his current job led him to agree to take the post.
Chris stood up and shook hands with him as he was about to leave and said "Be careful Matt. If you need any help with anything don't hesitate to come to me. I'll miss you man." Matt liked Chris, unlike other pimps he actually seemed to care about and look after his employees, like a sort of twisted family. He had the feeling that his new employees wouldn't be so understanding or kind.
Matt had had grest respect for Chris since they first crossed paths. Matt was only sixteen when he had been kicked out by his parents. It happened after he told them that he was gay. They couldn't accept that their son was gay. His father beat him as if he could force it out of him. That called him an abomination, a sinner. His mother cried and prayed for his tarnished soul as his father beat him until he couldn't feel a thing. "You are no son of mine." were the last words he heard before he passed out.
Matt woke up, his body shivering uncontrollably. He heard a shuffling movement nearby and a dark shape descended over him. "Jesus" a voice said as a warm hand lifted his wrist and checked for a pulse. His body was lifted by the dark shape and brought to a near by shelter. Matthew lost conscience again.
When he woke up the second time he found himself in an unfamiliar room. His body ached and he moved different parts of his body in a quick self assesment.
"I see you're awake." a foreign voice said. Matt jumped in shock as the man addressed him. "I found you down by the docks you were in some state. Who the fuck did that that to you?" He questioned as he lit his pipe.
"My f-father." It pained Matthew to say the word.
"The bollocks!"
And so it was that Chris took Matthew under his wing.
Matt heard loud footsteps and looked up to see two boisterous looking men approaching him. Matt straightened up immediately. They were the henchmen of his emploeyee.
"Hello boys," he purred, "Is there anything I can do for you today?" followed by a fake high pitched giggle. The two men looked at him with disgust. Being a male prostitute was the lowest of the low that even lowlife thugs looked down on it.
"Boss wants to see you," one of the men muttered avoiding any eye contact with Matthew. Matt knew that his presence made the men uncomfortable and relished the thought of it. "Well, take me darling!" he shouted linking an arm with one of them dramatically, fluttering his dark eyelashes flirtatiously.
***
"Chris, those two imbeciles said you want to see me. My shift was over a half an hour ago, so this better be fucking pwoper!" Matt said to the burly man sitting behind the large desk.
"Yeah, sit down, I've a special job for you, Bellamy. I know how you hate working on the streets, I may have found another solution for you but there are conditions. You know about the ongoing feuds going on between Lord Howard and the Grimshaw family?" Matt nodded. "Well the Grimshaws want to hire you to work in the Howard's estate as a spy. There is a job secured for you as a servant in the Howard household. It's the perfect position for a spy. You will be invisible yet hear everything. They want you to be as close to the family as possible. This is ideal for you Matthew, you might be able to save up and get out of this shithole of a place. Plus you'll be getting double pay 'cause the Grimshaws will be paying you as well."
Matt wasn't stupid he knew the risk he would be taking if he decided to take the job. If his position was to be discovered by the Howard family, he'd be gone quicker than you could say duck sauce. The Grimshaws were also notorious criminals, responsible for the majority of opium dens around the small city. One small mistake could be the end of him with people like this But his desperation to get out of his current job led him to agree to take the post.
Chris stood up and shook hands with him as he was about to leave and said "Be careful Matt. If you need any help with anything don't hesitate to come to me. I'll miss you man." Matt liked Chris, unlike other pimps he actually seemed to care about and look after his employees, like a sort of twisted family. He had the feeling that his new employees wouldn't be so understanding or kind.
Matt had had grest respect for Chris since they first crossed paths. Matt was only sixteen when he had been kicked out by his parents. It happened after he told them that he was gay. They couldn't accept that their son was gay. His father beat him as if he could force it out of him. That called him an abomination, a sinner. His mother cried and prayed for his tarnished soul as his father beat him until he couldn't feel a thing. "You are no son of mine." were the last words he heard before he passed out.
Matt woke up, his body shivering uncontrollably. He heard a shuffling movement nearby and a dark shape descended over him. "Jesus" a voice said as a warm hand lifted his wrist and checked for a pulse. His body was lifted by the dark shape and brought to a near by shelter. Matthew lost conscience again.
When he woke up the second time he found himself in an unfamiliar room. His body ached and he moved different parts of his body in a quick self assesment.
"I see you're awake." a foreign voice said. Matt jumped in shock as the man addressed him. "I found you down by the docks you were in some state. Who the fuck did that that to you?" He questioned as he lit his pipe.
"My f-father." It pained Matthew to say the word.
"The bollocks!"
And so it was that Chris took Matthew under his wing.