You Turned Me...
Chapter 12: You Turned Me...
Caleb Jordan tried his best to appear like a young businessman, the kind who was just too busy to have a real relationship. Not at all like who he really was: a rich kid with a well of loneliness inside of him that Radclyffe Hall could write a second book about, not to mention the fact that he’s so far in the closet that he sometimes thinks he can see Narnia. His best friend, Alexis, the only one he’s told, said he was so far in denial he would drown.
“Hello, you must be the noon appointment,” a severe looking woman in her late forties offered him her hand. “I am F, Dallas’ Handler. It’s my job to oversee this transaction. Now, you’ve paid for,” she checked a PDA in her hand, “two weeks with Dallas. Based off the picture in the file?”
Caleb nodded. “Yes ma’am.”
She copied his movement. “He is a popular one. Very handsome.”
Unsure of how to response, Caleb merely nodded again.
“Please follow me,” she set off at a quick pace that Caleb matched. “You’ll need to see Brink about the personality you’ll want for the Doll.”
Feeling like a bobblehead, Caleb stopped nodding. “Oh yes, I wrote down a list.” He handed the paper to F.
The handler scanned the sheet and her eyebrow rose, “Huh.”
“Huh what?” Caleb asked, slightly nervous.
“Nothing, nothing,” she assured. “This is Topher Brink.” She handed the list to a man not too much older than Caleb himself.
“Huh,” the guy said.
Caleb frowned. “Why do you people keep saying that?”
Topher shrugged. “Nothing, it’s just… funny. The personality you specified for him? Well, we could have just given him his actual personality back, it’s that similar. But that,” he started tapping at a computer terminal, “would defeat our purposes here and my brilliance would be going to waste. Can’t have that.”
Caleb managed to wrap his head around that news. “So… wait, he’s really… all those things I’m looking for?”
Topher shrugged. “I’m not entirely certain his favourite basketball team is the Spurs, but otherwise yeah. F, can you go get Dallas?”
“Of course,” the woman left.
“And you,” Topher pointed to Caleb, “go hang out in the waiting room. We’ll come get you when the wedge is implanted.”
So the twenty year old went back to the lobby he’d just come from and sat in one of the plush chairs, trying to figure out what he was going to do with his two weeks. He felt like he was at the dentist, only with more up to date magazines. He’d come here for the perfect boyfriend, so he could get used to the idea of a boyfriend at all. And when he’d seen the photo of the Doll called Dallas, Caleb’s jaw had dropped and his pants had tightened considerably. His family’s money helped him get the Doll he wanted.
Caleb passed the time by focusing on specifics he already knew. Obviously, he’d keep Dallas at his apartment. Maybe he’d venture out to a gay club. Caleb was far too shy and insecure to go on his own, but with a gorgeous man on his arm, maybe those feelings would disappear. They could order take-out and watch sports and play video games. He would be like hanging out with his best friend, Caleb decided, but with sex. The physical aspect was another important part of the engagement. Caleb was a virgin with guys and, if he did decide to storm triumphantly from the closet, he’d want some practical experience. Hiring a hooker wouldn’t be the same, Caleb reckoned, because they’d know they were being paid. A Doll would honestly believe that he was Caleb’s boyfriend.
“He’s ready,” F announced, pulling Caleb from his daydreaming.
In the flesh, Dallas was even more gorgeous than Caleb had expected. Tall with short, stylish hair and green eyes and lips carved from sin. Built beautifully, but his muscles looked more like a farmer’s than a gymbunny’s. Clothed in a pair of dark jeans and a white button-down shirt, Dallas leapt forward and threw his arms around Caleb. “Thanks for picking me up, baby. I think that massage was just what I needed,” he pressed a kiss to Caleb’s collarbone and beamed up at the taller man.
Caleb exchanged a look with F before replying, “No problem. Let’s head home, yeah?”
Dallas turned to F, who handed him a brown leather jacket. “Of course,” he smiled at the woman, “see you in two weeks! You’ve got a fantastic facility here.”
F nodded and watched Caleb and Cody walk out the door.
Caleb Jordan tried his best to appear like a young businessman, the kind who was just too busy to have a real relationship. Not at all like who he really was: a rich kid with a well of loneliness inside of him that Radclyffe Hall could write a second book about, not to mention the fact that he’s so far in the closet that he sometimes thinks he can see Narnia. His best friend, Alexis, the only one he’s told, said he was so far in denial he would drown.
“Hello, you must be the noon appointment,” a severe looking woman in her late forties offered him her hand. “I am F, Dallas’ Handler. It’s my job to oversee this transaction. Now, you’ve paid for,” she checked a PDA in her hand, “two weeks with Dallas. Based off the picture in the file?”
Caleb nodded. “Yes ma’am.”
She copied his movement. “He is a popular one. Very handsome.”
Unsure of how to response, Caleb merely nodded again.
“Please follow me,” she set off at a quick pace that Caleb matched. “You’ll need to see Brink about the personality you’ll want for the Doll.”
Feeling like a bobblehead, Caleb stopped nodding. “Oh yes, I wrote down a list.” He handed the paper to F.
The handler scanned the sheet and her eyebrow rose, “Huh.”
“Huh what?” Caleb asked, slightly nervous.
“Nothing, nothing,” she assured. “This is Topher Brink.” She handed the list to a man not too much older than Caleb himself.
“Huh,” the guy said.
Caleb frowned. “Why do you people keep saying that?”
Topher shrugged. “Nothing, it’s just… funny. The personality you specified for him? Well, we could have just given him his actual personality back, it’s that similar. But that,” he started tapping at a computer terminal, “would defeat our purposes here and my brilliance would be going to waste. Can’t have that.”
Caleb managed to wrap his head around that news. “So… wait, he’s really… all those things I’m looking for?”
Topher shrugged. “I’m not entirely certain his favourite basketball team is the Spurs, but otherwise yeah. F, can you go get Dallas?”
“Of course,” the woman left.
“And you,” Topher pointed to Caleb, “go hang out in the waiting room. We’ll come get you when the wedge is implanted.”
So the twenty year old went back to the lobby he’d just come from and sat in one of the plush chairs, trying to figure out what he was going to do with his two weeks. He felt like he was at the dentist, only with more up to date magazines. He’d come here for the perfect boyfriend, so he could get used to the idea of a boyfriend at all. And when he’d seen the photo of the Doll called Dallas, Caleb’s jaw had dropped and his pants had tightened considerably. His family’s money helped him get the Doll he wanted.
Caleb passed the time by focusing on specifics he already knew. Obviously, he’d keep Dallas at his apartment. Maybe he’d venture out to a gay club. Caleb was far too shy and insecure to go on his own, but with a gorgeous man on his arm, maybe those feelings would disappear. They could order take-out and watch sports and play video games. He would be like hanging out with his best friend, Caleb decided, but with sex. The physical aspect was another important part of the engagement. Caleb was a virgin with guys and, if he did decide to storm triumphantly from the closet, he’d want some practical experience. Hiring a hooker wouldn’t be the same, Caleb reckoned, because they’d know they were being paid. A Doll would honestly believe that he was Caleb’s boyfriend.
“He’s ready,” F announced, pulling Caleb from his daydreaming.
In the flesh, Dallas was even more gorgeous than Caleb had expected. Tall with short, stylish hair and green eyes and lips carved from sin. Built beautifully, but his muscles looked more like a farmer’s than a gymbunny’s. Clothed in a pair of dark jeans and a white button-down shirt, Dallas leapt forward and threw his arms around Caleb. “Thanks for picking me up, baby. I think that massage was just what I needed,” he pressed a kiss to Caleb’s collarbone and beamed up at the taller man.
Caleb exchanged a look with F before replying, “No problem. Let’s head home, yeah?”
Dallas turned to F, who handed him a brown leather jacket. “Of course,” he smiled at the woman, “see you in two weeks! You’ve got a fantastic facility here.”
F nodded and watched Caleb and Cody walk out the door.