just_muse_me | 6.1.3
6.1.3. “I am convinced that life in a physical body is meant to be an ecstatic experience.” - Shakti Gawain
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Back on the job. It should’ve been something he did with ease, but he was off his game. He rolled his shoulders a little as he tried to force himself into the mindset to just get the job done so he could knock off in the early hours of the morning and crawl into bed with Remy and Maddy. His client was a typical sort. She’d booked him for the whole night, though had insisted she only needed him to attend a high profile gallery opening with her because she couldn’t show up single. She didn’t need him for sex, but she would still pay for his services for the whole night as a ‘favour’. Yeah, right. Of course, Flynn’s agent had returned with insistence that Flynn could take a second appointment that night if she wasn’t going to require his complete services. The client typically (and hastily) held firm saying that there was no need to book him twice and she would assure he got home safely.
Flynn could read them like a book.
Too many expensive champagnes and canapés into the evening and she was practically trying to claw his dick off in the cab. His no kissing on the mouth rule was always pushed to the boundaries, but it was one he never broke with clients. They were now back at her apartment and she had him against the wall settling for a popular alternative to the no kissing rule… trying to unattractively suck his collarbone out through his skin. Flynn looked up at the ceiling and indulged in another few moments of feeling so totally out of the mood that he fleetingly wondered if he could even get it up, but he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back a little to take control of the situation. The quicker he got this over with, the quicker he could go home. He blamed Remy entirely for being sub-par in his duties tonight. He was still angry at the Cajun for his little antics earlier in the day, even if he’d been scared shitless when the crash woke him and he found Remy out cold on the floor beside the bed. It was that reason alone that he was so angry. He was scared Remy had drawn himself right back to Square One with the injury, but not entirely because Remy had hurt himself.
It was because Flynn wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. He was more than just off his game with his work. He was starting to get that flat, disconnected feeling in his gut and he knew it was because everything felt so out of his control again. If Remy was laid up any longer, Flynn would have to keep working less and less hours, and it was his work that kept him feeling alive. It always had, ever since he went into remission with the leukemia. There was also the added tension between the three of them that was forged from Remy being so isolated and dependant on them. It didn’t feel like a content environment and because of that, Flynn was discontent in himself.
He started to slip the thin straps of the woman’s satin dress down her freckled, pale arms and leaned in to kiss her throat as he worked the zip down at the back of the dress. The only thing keeping him on this job was the fact the woman had paid well in advance and tipped even more generously. She wasn’t doing him a favour, he was doing her one. It’s how it worked with his client base… not that he was complaining. He tried to think of Maddy and Remy together to get him in the mood but it wasn’t having the usual affect on him that it normally would. He was going to have to resort to random, faceless fantasy in his mind to get it up and get this woman off by giving her exactly what she paid for. Sometimes he could really enjoy himself with clients, but nothing was pushing him in the right direction tonight. His actions were mechanical and honed from years of experience as a call boy. The client was none the wiser to his lack of enthusiasm and focus on the job at hand. He was still pristine in what he did and his own distraction in his mind would never be enough for him to elude to her his thoughts through his physical performance. He was a professional with an immaculate reputation for a reason. He wasn’t going to risk that just because the Cajun decided to be a reckless arsehole on his watch.
No. It was time to sink his teeth back into things and reclaim his spice for the life he could never take for granted anymore. Remy needed his help, but at what sacrifice? Things had changed but he just didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He needed to vent and he needed to lay his thoughts on the line with Maddy. But that would have to wait until tomorrow. Right now, he had a job to do, he noted succinctly, and lifted his female client up to carry her to her elaborate bed with indulgent expensive gold silk sheets. After all, services rendered was the name of the game.
Madison James [canmakeufeel] & Remy LeBeau [dontdotricks] referenced with permission
Muse | Flynn Marcus Hunter (Original Character)
Word Count | 896
[Follows THIS]
Back on the job. It should’ve been something he did with ease, but he was off his game. He rolled his shoulders a little as he tried to force himself into the mindset to just get the job done so he could knock off in the early hours of the morning and crawl into bed with Remy and Maddy. His client was a typical sort. She’d booked him for the whole night, though had insisted she only needed him to attend a high profile gallery opening with her because she couldn’t show up single. She didn’t need him for sex, but she would still pay for his services for the whole night as a ‘favour’. Yeah, right. Of course, Flynn’s agent had returned with insistence that Flynn could take a second appointment that night if she wasn’t going to require his complete services. The client typically (and hastily) held firm saying that there was no need to book him twice and she would assure he got home safely.
Flynn could read them like a book.
Too many expensive champagnes and canapés into the evening and she was practically trying to claw his dick off in the cab. His no kissing on the mouth rule was always pushed to the boundaries, but it was one he never broke with clients. They were now back at her apartment and she had him against the wall settling for a popular alternative to the no kissing rule… trying to unattractively suck his collarbone out through his skin. Flynn looked up at the ceiling and indulged in another few moments of feeling so totally out of the mood that he fleetingly wondered if he could even get it up, but he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back a little to take control of the situation. The quicker he got this over with, the quicker he could go home. He blamed Remy entirely for being sub-par in his duties tonight. He was still angry at the Cajun for his little antics earlier in the day, even if he’d been scared shitless when the crash woke him and he found Remy out cold on the floor beside the bed. It was that reason alone that he was so angry. He was scared Remy had drawn himself right back to Square One with the injury, but not entirely because Remy had hurt himself.
It was because Flynn wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. He was more than just off his game with his work. He was starting to get that flat, disconnected feeling in his gut and he knew it was because everything felt so out of his control again. If Remy was laid up any longer, Flynn would have to keep working less and less hours, and it was his work that kept him feeling alive. It always had, ever since he went into remission with the leukemia. There was also the added tension between the three of them that was forged from Remy being so isolated and dependant on them. It didn’t feel like a content environment and because of that, Flynn was discontent in himself.
He started to slip the thin straps of the woman’s satin dress down her freckled, pale arms and leaned in to kiss her throat as he worked the zip down at the back of the dress. The only thing keeping him on this job was the fact the woman had paid well in advance and tipped even more generously. She wasn’t doing him a favour, he was doing her one. It’s how it worked with his client base… not that he was complaining. He tried to think of Maddy and Remy together to get him in the mood but it wasn’t having the usual affect on him that it normally would. He was going to have to resort to random, faceless fantasy in his mind to get it up and get this woman off by giving her exactly what she paid for. Sometimes he could really enjoy himself with clients, but nothing was pushing him in the right direction tonight. His actions were mechanical and honed from years of experience as a call boy. The client was none the wiser to his lack of enthusiasm and focus on the job at hand. He was still pristine in what he did and his own distraction in his mind would never be enough for him to elude to her his thoughts through his physical performance. He was a professional with an immaculate reputation for a reason. He wasn’t going to risk that just because the Cajun decided to be a reckless arsehole on his watch.
No. It was time to sink his teeth back into things and reclaim his spice for the life he could never take for granted anymore. Remy needed his help, but at what sacrifice? Things had changed but he just didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He needed to vent and he needed to lay his thoughts on the line with Maddy. But that would have to wait until tomorrow. Right now, he had a job to do, he noted succinctly, and lifted his female client up to carry her to her elaborate bed with indulgent expensive gold silk sheets. After all, services rendered was the name of the game.
Madison James [canmakeufeel] & Remy LeBeau [dontdotricks] referenced with permission
Muse | Flynn Marcus Hunter (Original Character)
Word Count | 896