Fic: Nick Jonas Doesn't Even Go Here (RPF AU, Nick Jonas/Danneel Harris, NC-17)
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Title: Nick Jonas Doesn't Even Go Here
Fandom: RPF (JoBros, CW, that stuff)
Pairing: Nick Jonas/Danneel Harris
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Prostitution, lack of a real ending, fetishizing Nick's pretty mouth
Summary: When college freshman Nick's RA finds out he's a virgin, he takes Nick to a brothel and leaves him there to get his cherry popped. Danneel helps him out.
Notes: poor_choices and I were talking about hooker!fic last week. This is what happened. The brothel name and the title are also completely her fault. Also, Nick Jonas is turning eighteen in two weeks and this is worth celebrating with porn. ~4950 words.
David Henrie has the worst ideas. Nick knew this pretty much the moment they met the first week of school. David is an RA, but his idea of assisting his residents seems to have way more to do with buying them beer and way less to do with like, being a sympathetic ear and a source of sound advice. Which is why Nick should have known that admitting he was a virgin within earshot of David Henrie was a terrible move.
Because now they’re in David’s car going someplace David says is a “biiiig surprise.” Nick is pretty sure they haven’t been driving in the right direction to hit the Mexican border, but they’ve been on the road a long time when David takes an exit that leads them onto a two-lane blacktop lined with fast food joints and little shopping centers. “We’re almost there,” David says then, practically vibrating with excitement.
“Where?” Nick replies, peering out at the small town around them. He has no idea where they are, but looming ahead of them is a giant pink neon sign, and before he can even read the foot-high letters, Nick has a sinking feeling he knows why they’re here.
“No,” he says firmly, as they pull into the parking lot under the sign, which says, “Openings”, about as unsubtle a name as Nick could imagine. “No no no no no.”
David pats him on the shoulder, grinning. “Yes yes yes yes yes. Come on, Nick, it’s already paid for. Just tell them your name, and they’ll take the best care of you.”
Nick puts his head in his hands. “How did you pay for this?”
“I took up a collection for those less fortunate. Your dorm-mates are very generous people.” He clicks the button on Nick’s seatbelt, unbuckling it. “A bunch of them said they’d pay more if I could get video, but I had to draw a line. For your sake.” He leans across and opens Nick’s door, cool night air streaming in.
Nick doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. This is without a doubt the most ridiculous thing that’s ever happened to him, and with Joe for a brother, that’s saying a lot.
“Come on, Nick. Go get your cherry popped. I’ll be back in two hours.” He puts a hand up to his mouth to whisper. “That’s all we had the money for, so unless you’ve got a lot of spare change in your pocket, you’ll want to be out by then.”
Nick debates just planting himself in the car and not moving, but David is as stubborn as he is, and he has the keys. So Nick gets out and walks in what he hopes is a dignified way towards the… brothel. Are they still called that? He doesn’t even know. Maybe there’ll be a bar he can sit at for a couple of hours. David will probably ask him how it was, and he’ll have to lie, but at least he has a couple of hours to come up with a plausible story. It would have to be better than letting a jaded, leathery-skinned prostitute anywhere near him.
***
The guy behind the bar is about seven feet tall and has the biggest, brightest smile Nick has ever seen. Nick notices this just before he notices he’s the only person in the bar. There were other cars in the parking lot, but he suddenly realizes they must belong to people who are upstairs, or whatever. He wants to turn around and walk out right then. But the bartender says, “Hey, do you want a Coke or something? You don’t have to be nervous.” He sounds really nice and not sleazy, the opposite of what Nick was expecting.
Nick takes a seat at the bar. “Diet,” he replies, and the bartender fills a glass and sets it in front of him.
“Your first time, right?” the bartender says.
“Um, yeah.” Nick’s not sure if he means at a brothel or ever, but either way it’s true.
“You’re not alone. Everyone had a first time, so we all understand what that’s like. I’m Jared.” Jared holds out his hand, and Nick shakes it hesitantly, trying not to let the weirdness overwhelm him.
“I’m Nick. Uh, my friend brought me here. I didn’t… it wasn’t my choice.” He doesn’t want to be rude and say exactly what he thinks about the kind of girls who probably work here.
Jared’s brow furrows. “If you don’t want to be here, you don’t have to.”
“Well, he already paid, so I… I don’t know.”
“Do you want to meet some people?” Jared points to an intercom. “I can call down anyone who’s not working. Guy or girl?”
Nick feels himself blushing hot and obvious. “I’m not gay.”
Jared shrugs. “I am. So I like to ask. Sometimes people don’t want to bring it up first.”
“Thanks, but I… I like girls.” He can’t believe he’s doing this, letting Jared talk him into meeting a prostitute.
“I think I have someone perfect for you. She’s really nice. I think you’ll like her.” He punches something into the keypad of the intercom. “Hey Danneel? I’ve got someone here you should meet.”
“Be right down,” a female voice replies, and the intercom clicks off.
Nick expects a wait while she like, cakes on makeup or whatever, so he’s not prepared for the woman who slips through a door at the end of the bar a moment later. She has dark red hair that falls in waves around her shoulders, and she’s wearing a short black dress cut low to show off a pair of the most perfect breasts Nick has ever seen. Her skin is soft and smooth and pale. “Well, hello,” she says, with this little smile that makes Nick wonder if she’s mocking him.
“Hi,” Nick replies. She takes a step closer and he can smell her perfume, spicy and sweet. In her heels she’s taller than he is, and he’s sure she’s older, but not how much. She looks so sophisticated, and so pretty, and so not like he thought a prostitute would look.
“I’m Danneel. Do you have a name?” She holds out a hand, her nails long but neat and unpolished.
“Nick.” He takes her hand, and it feels slight but strong in his.
“His friend put him up to this,” Jared puts in, and Danneel’s smile changes a little, her eyebrows lifting incredulously.
“He paid and everything, but I… I’m not sure I want to, you know, take advantage of your services.” He can’t say he doesn’t want her, because she’s beautiful and standing right there offering all this stuff he’s never had.
“Oh, there’s no taking advantage here, honey,” Danneel tells him, an edge of southern twang slipping into her voice. “But you’re all paid up. It would be a shame to waste it.” She touches his cheek and then steps back again, giving Nick room to breathe.
“The first time is always intimidating,” Jared says. “I remember my boyfriend was like…” Danneel gives him a look. “Sorry. Was that oversharing? Anyway, the point is, it’s hard when you’re not sure what you’re doing and everything’s all new.”
Nick swallows down a wave of panic, the urge to turn and run and not look back.
“Look, Jared, seriously, not helping,” Danneel says. “Do you want to be here, Nick? Because you’re real cute and I would love to help you out, but that’s not going to be any fun if you’re not into it.”
Nick licks his lips nervously, watches Danneel’s eyes follow the movement of his tongue. Like she wants him, like he turns her on. Even if it’s an act, the feeling is heady and new. “Yeah,” he says. “I’m into it.”
“Good. Let’s go to the office for a sec and get the finances squared away. And then we can get this party started for real.”
***
Danneel’s room is small, and there’s nowhere to sit except the king-size bed that takes up most of the space, so Nick fidgets awkwardly by the door. “We’ve got two hours. Why don’t you have a seat and tell me what you want?”
Nick perches at the very edge of the bed. “I don’t really know. I mean, do you have specialties or anything?”
Danneel laughs. “I try to be versatile,” she tells him. “You’re eighteen, right? In college?”
Nick nods. They’d checked his ID in the office, just to make sure.
Danneel reaches around the back of her dress, and Nick hears the click of a zipper. But she keeps talking like nothing’s happening. “You’re an attractive guy. You must have had girlfriends in high school. What did you like to do with them?”
Nick thinks about Miley, the softness of her skin, the way she trembled when he rubbed at her through her jeans. Danneel slides the straps of her dress off her shoulders. Her bra is black lace, swooping low between her breasts, and Nick can’t tear his eyes away. “I, um, I don’t know. I like normal stuff, I guess.”
She stands up and wiggles the dress the rest of the way off. Her panties are the same lace as her bra, sitting low on the curve of her hips. Nick finds himself eye-level with her bellybutton, Danneel’s skin pale and smooth. “Where do you want to touch me right now?” she asks, spreading her hands in offering.
Nick shifts uncomfortably. He’s hard, and she must know the effect she’s having. “I don’t know.” He can’t imagine actually touching her, putting his hands on all her bare skin.
“Come on, Nick. Anywhere you want. Unless you’re scared. I mean, we could still call this whole thing off, if you don’t think you can do it.”
“What? No, I’m not scared.” He takes a deep breath and reaches a hand out, strokes up the smooth skin of her side, thumb brushing the lace of her bra. Nick swallows. His dick feels about ready to burst, and he hasn’t even done anything yet. Danneel steps even closer, his legs caught in the v of hers. He touches the lower curve of her breast, tests the weight of it with his fingers. It’s so weird, having Danneel mostly naked and willing right in front of him, no fumbling under clothes, no having to doubt his every move. She’s letting him; she’s going to keep letting him do whatever he wants. It’s a little intimidating, actually, his hands shaking more than he’d like. Not like he’s scared, just…
“Okay,” Danneel says, leaning down until her lips are inches from his, “let’s try something different. Why don’t you lay back and let me take care of you? Would you like that?”
Nick’s heart is pounding in his chest, the smell of her dizzying and sweet. “Yeah.” He feels stupid and young, but then Danneel kisses him, and he didn’t even know prostitutes did that, but her mouth is so soft on his, coaxing his lips apart with her tongue.
“God, Nick, the things I bet you could do with that pretty mouth.” She nips his lower lip with her teeth, and Nick tries to lean closer when she pulls away.
“Take your shirt off,” Danneel says, one hand behind her back working the hooks on her bra.
Nick’s cheeks feel hot, but Danneel just smiles wider as she shrugs the straps off her shoulder. “Come on. Show you mine if you show me yours.”
Nick takes off his t-shirt. By the time he’s got it over his head, Danneel’s breasts are right in front of him again, pale and so very naked. She takes his hand, pulling it up to touch. He fumbles, his fingers hesitant on the pebbled skin around her nipple. Then she’s kneeling over him on the bed, settling into his lap, and her breasts are on a level with his mouth like this, her hand over his still guiding him in circles around the tight peak of her nipple. She puts her other hand in his hair, gripping right at the back of his head. “Lick,” she says, and Nick does, tongue flickering over her nipple, his eyes sneaking up to see if she likes this, to see if he’s doing what she wants. She smiles, small and smug like she did in the bar. “Now suck.”
Her fingers nudge at the back of his skull, and Nick shuts his eyes and takes her nipple into his mouth, hand cupping and squeezing around the weight of her breast, almost reflexive. Danneel makes a satisfied little humming noise and grinds down into him. Even in his jeans, Nick can feel the heat of her pussy, jammed right up against his aching cock. His teeth graze and her hand tightens in his hair. “This is what every girl you’re ever with is going to want from you,” she tells him. “That fat little mouth of yours all over them. You don’t know how pretty you are, do you, Nick?” She tugs a little at his hair and guides him to her other breast, doesn’t have to tell him what to do this time. “How every girl you know must be dripping wet just thinking about your puffy pink mouth on her tits. And other places.”
He’s caught in the spread of her thighs, drunk on the feel of her flesh in his mouth and the soft give of her pussy against his dick, all the things she’s saying like a storm rising in his brain and his body. He comes before he even knows how close he is, like being kicked off the edge of a cliff, every spurt wringing out of him, leaving him shaking. He muffles a moan against her skin, but it’s not long before the embarrassment comes down heavy on his shoulders. “Shit,” he says softly, because none of the words he normally uses seem bad enough for this. “Sorry, sorry.” He tries to push her off, but she stays stubbornly put, sitting tight on his lap, even though she must feel the wetness seeping through his jeans.
Danneel puts a hand on his cheek, coaxes his face up until he has to look at her. “You’re eighteen. Don’t tell me you can’t come more than once in two hours.”
His blush fires up again. He knows he can, spent one lazy morning over the summer experimenting, testing his recovery time, trying to see how much his body could take.
Danneel kisses him on the cheek. “So we’ll call that round one. Now what else do you think you could do with that pretty mouth while we get ready for round two?” She stands up and wiggles her panties down and off, the skin beneath shaved smooth and soft.
Even though he’s just come, Nick goes breathless and hot with how much he wants to touch her, bury his face between her thighs and taste her. He licks his lips, can’t figure out how to say what he wants.
“Do you want me to help you with your pants or do you think you can do that part yourself?”
Nick’s briefs are starting to dry sticky to his skin, and he kicks off his shoes and shoves down the bottom half of his clothes before he can think too hard about what he’s doing. Because now Danneel’s looking at his naked body, and Nick knows he gained a lot of muscle playing baseball last year, but all he can think about is the lingering softness of his belly, the flop of his dick against his thigh, all the parts of him that are broadcasting “little kid” right now.
“Well, look at you,” Danneel says, eyes all over him, drinking him in. “Pretty boy.”
Normally he’d object to being called either “pretty” or “boy,” but then Danneel’s settling onto the bed, arching her back and stretching just to make him look. “What do you want me to do?” Nick asks awkwardly, staring at the curve of her hip.
She spreads her legs a little, cocks her hips so Nick can’t help looking in between. “Do I need to draw you a map?” she asks, running her hand up the inside of her thigh, fingers reaching to part the pink folds of her pussy. It’s obscene, watching the stroke of her fingers, back and forth and back and forth. “You use your tongue just like this, and then when you’re feeling a little more confident, you start to improvise. This is an important skill to learn for all the ladies whose hearts you’ll break in the next few years.”
Nick risks a laugh, and Danneel’s glance at him is lazy and half-lidded, almost incredulous. “I’m paying you to tell me things like that, right?” he says. Nick knows he’s attractive, the same way he knows he’s the best in his Intro to Music Composition class, but she’s laying it on too thick.
Danneel leans up on one elbow, the other hand still fiddling between her legs, slower now, a different motion. “You’re paying me to fuck you. But getting to pop your cherry, getting to teach you how to treat a lady right, that’s just hot. Really fucking hot. It would be hot no matter what.”
She seems sincere, and Nick swallows, self-conscious again. “You want me to…”
“I really do. Come see.” She spreads her legs wider, leaving room for him between them, and Nick lies down in the space she makes. He puts a hand on her leg, smoothes his way upward, hesitating at the crease of her thigh, the heat of her pussy so close to his fingertips. She spreads herself open with two fingers, and Nick can see everything, looking up into her, dark pink and slippery, already wet for him. “So first, an anatomy lesson.” She takes his hand, and her fingers are slick, guiding his. “This is the clitoris,” she says, pressing his hand to the little bump above the opening of her pussy, sliding his finger against the curl of flesh covering it. “Potent, to be used in moderation.” She pushes his fingers down, in, then up in a hook, and Nick whimpers, biting his lip at the feel of her around his finger. “This is the g-spot. Not every girl likes having it touched, but she’ll be totally impressed that you can even find it.” She rubs his fingertip over it, and Nick can sort of tell there’s a difference between this and the flesh around it. He tries really hard to focus on that, like scientifically, and not on the delicate tremble of her pussy around him.
Nick slides his fingers in and out a few times, and then dips his head to taste her for the first time, flattening his tongue against the slick of her skin. “Yeah, Nick, just like that.” It’s not exactly a good taste, salty and tangy and thick, but he keeps licking into her anyway, loving the heat of her, desperate for more of those little tremors he feels against his mouth. Nick sucks at her clit, licks up deep into her, nearly gagging in his eagerness. “Yeah,” she sighs. “God, yeah.”
Danneel grabs at his hair, gripping tight to push him in closer. Nick isn’t even embarrassed anymore, licking and sucking at her, the whole lower half of his face wet. His dick is rising again, and he grinds down into the bed, looking for some relief. Danneel tugs at his hair, pulling his face up. “Not yet,” she tells him. “Not this time.”
Nick shuts his eyes, panting out a few shaky breaths. She touches his cheek, strokes down to the corner of his mouth. “Look at you. You’re a mess. That gorgeous mouth of yours was just made for eating pussy.” Her thumb trails over his lower lip. “And you looked like you were pretty into it, huh?”
Nick clears his throat. He knows he doesn’t need to answer that question. He’s so hard right now, the taste of her still thick in his mouth. He wants to bury his face between her legs again, embarrassed and turned on by the magnetic pull of her. “You could keep going,” she offers, and it’s all the encouragement Nick needs.
He goes down on her again, letting himself go, improvise a little more like she said. He slides two thick fingers into her, rubbing her g-spot and hearing her moans go higher, every harsh noise more encouragement. He licks at her until his tongue starts to go numb, until he can barely breathe, Danneel’s hands in his hair twisting and pushing at him. “Are you going to, um…” he asks, peering up at her face, the flush high in her cheeks.
“Keep going,” she says firmly, and Nick can feel when it starts, like an earthquake under his mouth, around his fingers, a shudder running all through her body and a broken exclamation in her throat. He wants to watch her come, so proud that he could get her there, but he can’t look up, not right now, like this alone is something too private for him to see. He licks lazily at her until she tugs on his hair to stop him.
Danneel holds up a condom from the bedside table. “Maybe it’s time we got to the main event. What do you think?”
“I don’t know. Do you have more, um, things I should know?”
She ruffles his hair. “I think you’ve got everything you need. Come on. Lie back. I can take it from here.”
He scoots up to the head of the bed, ignoring the awkward, dick-wilting feeling that she’s watching him. Nick lies down, Danneel next to him all warm and soft, sweat glistening between her breasts. Her hand trails over her belly, then lower, a quick slip of her fingers where she’s sopping wet from his mouth. She makes a contented little noise, and Nick wonders if this is just normal for her, if every night some guy makes her come with his mouth, and it doesn’t even matter. Maybe Nick wasn’t even very good.
“That’s a second-thoughts face,” Danneel says. “I don’t like those.” He hears the wet squelch of her pussy around her fingers. “Most virgins can’t do what you just did,” she tells him. “If that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Do you get a lot of virgins?” He tries to make it offhanded, but she knows too much of what he’s thinking.
“I get my share. There are plenty of guys in the world who want to punch their v-card as fast as possible.”
“That’s not what I want.”
“No. You want somebody to tell you the right thing to do, so when you’re with a girl who really matters, you don’t fuck it up. I’m guessing that’s why you agreed to come here, right?”
Nick has been carefully trying not to think about his own motives all night. What it says about him that he’s paying a stranger to have sex with him. What it says that he’s still a virgin in the first place. “I don’t know,” he tells her.
“Well, you don’t have to. I’m just giving my professional opinion.”
“Do you like your job?” he asks. His dick is going soft, but he can’t help it. He feels all raw and vulnerable, like he can’t stop the questions spilling out of him.
“I like sex. I trust the people I work for. And sometimes I get to fuck these pretty barely-legal virgins who give head like they were born to it.”
Nick can see his blush extending halfway down his chest. Danneel wraps a gentle hand around his dick, stroking slowly, and Nick stutters out a breath, dick pumping up full and hot again before he knows it. He looks at her slim fingers around him, the flushed head pushing up out of the circle of her hand.
“Let me take care of you,” she whispers, and her voice has gone low and coaxing, this edge that might be greed to it.
Nick gulps in enough of a breath to sigh out, “Please.”
She barely even interrupts her rhythm to roll on the condom, the crinkle of the wrapper drawing Nick’s eyes down. He isn’t sure what she plans to do until she’s sitting up over him, knees spread around his hips, the mouth of her pussy inches above the blunt head of his aching dick. “Ready?” she asks, and Nick doesn’t think he ever could have been ready for the silky squeeze of her sinking down onto his dick.
She takes him slow, an inch at a time, pulling up a little and then sliding down, her eyes hot and intent on his face. When she’s finally settled all the way onto him, Nick lets out a breath that’s been hurting in his chest for the last million years. She’s so slippery around his dick, but tight as she pulls off and slides down again, starting to ride him. Nick buries his moan in the pillow and reaches out blindly to clutch at her hips, trying to hang onto the fraying thread of control that’s keeping him from coming too soon all over again. “Breathe,” Danneel says, but he can barely even do that.
Danneel pauses, settled on his hips, his dick pressed up deep inside her. She takes his hand, guiding it down to the place where he’s in her, the hot, thin skin at the edges of her pussy. She rubs his thumb over her clit, and he circles there, losing himself in the repetition, groaning at every squeeze of her around his cock. “Just right,” Danneel tells him. “Just perfect. Now let me show you how this part goes.”
She rocks down onto him, and Nick’s hips jolt to meet every roll of her hips until they get into a shaky rhythm, meeting each other on her every downward stroke. Nick rubs at her clit, steals glances at Danneel’s face, wondering if he can make her come again, wanting that. He chases every catch in her breath, trying to get her to sound like she did before, feeling her little shudders around him. If he focuses on that, he can hold off a little, keep from being overwhelmed by the pleasure flooding in his belly, in the tight heat of his balls, in his rock-hard dick.
“Such a gentleman,” Danneel says, and she puts her hand on his to speed his strokes over her clit, her skin so slick under his fingers, his spit and her come all mixed together. She moans and grips down tighter on his cock, and Nick gasps in startled pleasure, teetering on the edge of orgasm. “That’s it, baby,” she tells him, eyes holding his, watching him fall apart. “Come with me.”
He shuts his eyes tight as the first spurt spills out of him, filling the tip of the condom and making it even wetter as she takes him in deep one last time. He can feel her starting to come from the inside, rippling and squeezing around his cock, wringing him out until his balls are aching and empty. His dick is hypersensitive and still hard when she climbs off him, her gentle fingers stripping off the condom and tossing it into the trash beside the bed.
Danneel glances at the clock. “Half an hour left. What do you want to do?”
Nick swallows, this weird, confusing mix of satisfaction and gratitude and anxiety swirling in his belly. “Can I kiss you again?” he asks, embarrassed.
“Absolutely.” Danneel lies down next to him, cupping his chin and taking his mouth in a slow, deep kiss. Nick puts a hand on her waist, pulling her in close. She hums contentedly into his mouth, and Nick closes his eyes so he doesn’t have to look at the clock.
***
Danneel sits with him at the bar, playing with his hair as he waits for David to come back. There are more people in the bar now, businessmen in suits and one greasy-haired guy about Nick’s age, all of them doing business with Danneel’s coworkers. He’s one of those people now.
“You don’t have to sit here with me,” he says, spinning the straw in his Diet Coke. “I’m not paying you anymore.”
Danneel touches the back of his neck, gentle. “You’re still a nice guy, Nick. And I’m not going to be taking any more customers right now. So here is a pretty good place to be.”
Her fingers feel nice at the top of his spine, so he leans towards her a little, letting her touch him. “Okay.”
“You have nothing to feel bad about,” she tells him. But all Nick can see is the other guys in the bar, laughing too loud, trying too hard.
“I’m not going to do this again,” he says, and her hand goes still.
“That’s okay, too. Although if you ever want to, I would not say no to a repeat performance from that mouth.”
Before she can say any more, David comes bounding through the doors, grinning. He takes one look at Nick and Danneel and his grin gets even crazier. “You didn’t chicken out!” he exclaims, and Nick gives a forced little smile. “And who is this lovely lady?”
“Danneel,” she says, holding out her hand, all cordial and dignified. Nick is grateful to her for being so cool, even now.
“Well, bye, I guess,” Nick says, digging his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Thanks for, you know, everything.”
Danneel kisses him, licking his lower lip before pulling away. “It was my pleasure. Seriously.”
Nick lets David do most of the talking on the ride back to school, lets him draw his own conclusions and says, “Uh-huh,” a lot. He’s not a virgin anymore. And that’s maybe the least confusing thing about this evening. Nick licks his lips, still tasting her there.
~fin~
Title: Nick Jonas Doesn't Even Go Here
Fandom: RPF (JoBros, CW, that stuff)
Pairing: Nick Jonas/Danneel Harris
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Prostitution, lack of a real ending, fetishizing Nick's pretty mouth
Summary: When college freshman Nick's RA finds out he's a virgin, he takes Nick to a brothel and leaves him there to get his cherry popped. Danneel helps him out.
Notes: poor_choices and I were talking about hooker!fic last week. This is what happened. The brothel name and the title are also completely her fault. Also, Nick Jonas is turning eighteen in two weeks and this is worth celebrating with porn. ~4950 words.
David Henrie has the worst ideas. Nick knew this pretty much the moment they met the first week of school. David is an RA, but his idea of assisting his residents seems to have way more to do with buying them beer and way less to do with like, being a sympathetic ear and a source of sound advice. Which is why Nick should have known that admitting he was a virgin within earshot of David Henrie was a terrible move.
Because now they’re in David’s car going someplace David says is a “biiiig surprise.” Nick is pretty sure they haven’t been driving in the right direction to hit the Mexican border, but they’ve been on the road a long time when David takes an exit that leads them onto a two-lane blacktop lined with fast food joints and little shopping centers. “We’re almost there,” David says then, practically vibrating with excitement.
“Where?” Nick replies, peering out at the small town around them. He has no idea where they are, but looming ahead of them is a giant pink neon sign, and before he can even read the foot-high letters, Nick has a sinking feeling he knows why they’re here.
“No,” he says firmly, as they pull into the parking lot under the sign, which says, “Openings”, about as unsubtle a name as Nick could imagine. “No no no no no.”
David pats him on the shoulder, grinning. “Yes yes yes yes yes. Come on, Nick, it’s already paid for. Just tell them your name, and they’ll take the best care of you.”
Nick puts his head in his hands. “How did you pay for this?”
“I took up a collection for those less fortunate. Your dorm-mates are very generous people.” He clicks the button on Nick’s seatbelt, unbuckling it. “A bunch of them said they’d pay more if I could get video, but I had to draw a line. For your sake.” He leans across and opens Nick’s door, cool night air streaming in.
Nick doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. This is without a doubt the most ridiculous thing that’s ever happened to him, and with Joe for a brother, that’s saying a lot.
“Come on, Nick. Go get your cherry popped. I’ll be back in two hours.” He puts a hand up to his mouth to whisper. “That’s all we had the money for, so unless you’ve got a lot of spare change in your pocket, you’ll want to be out by then.”
Nick debates just planting himself in the car and not moving, but David is as stubborn as he is, and he has the keys. So Nick gets out and walks in what he hopes is a dignified way towards the… brothel. Are they still called that? He doesn’t even know. Maybe there’ll be a bar he can sit at for a couple of hours. David will probably ask him how it was, and he’ll have to lie, but at least he has a couple of hours to come up with a plausible story. It would have to be better than letting a jaded, leathery-skinned prostitute anywhere near him.
***
The guy behind the bar is about seven feet tall and has the biggest, brightest smile Nick has ever seen. Nick notices this just before he notices he’s the only person in the bar. There were other cars in the parking lot, but he suddenly realizes they must belong to people who are upstairs, or whatever. He wants to turn around and walk out right then. But the bartender says, “Hey, do you want a Coke or something? You don’t have to be nervous.” He sounds really nice and not sleazy, the opposite of what Nick was expecting.
Nick takes a seat at the bar. “Diet,” he replies, and the bartender fills a glass and sets it in front of him.
“Your first time, right?” the bartender says.
“Um, yeah.” Nick’s not sure if he means at a brothel or ever, but either way it’s true.
“You’re not alone. Everyone had a first time, so we all understand what that’s like. I’m Jared.” Jared holds out his hand, and Nick shakes it hesitantly, trying not to let the weirdness overwhelm him.
“I’m Nick. Uh, my friend brought me here. I didn’t… it wasn’t my choice.” He doesn’t want to be rude and say exactly what he thinks about the kind of girls who probably work here.
Jared’s brow furrows. “If you don’t want to be here, you don’t have to.”
“Well, he already paid, so I… I don’t know.”
“Do you want to meet some people?” Jared points to an intercom. “I can call down anyone who’s not working. Guy or girl?”
Nick feels himself blushing hot and obvious. “I’m not gay.”
Jared shrugs. “I am. So I like to ask. Sometimes people don’t want to bring it up first.”
“Thanks, but I… I like girls.” He can’t believe he’s doing this, letting Jared talk him into meeting a prostitute.
“I think I have someone perfect for you. She’s really nice. I think you’ll like her.” He punches something into the keypad of the intercom. “Hey Danneel? I’ve got someone here you should meet.”
“Be right down,” a female voice replies, and the intercom clicks off.
Nick expects a wait while she like, cakes on makeup or whatever, so he’s not prepared for the woman who slips through a door at the end of the bar a moment later. She has dark red hair that falls in waves around her shoulders, and she’s wearing a short black dress cut low to show off a pair of the most perfect breasts Nick has ever seen. Her skin is soft and smooth and pale. “Well, hello,” she says, with this little smile that makes Nick wonder if she’s mocking him.
“Hi,” Nick replies. She takes a step closer and he can smell her perfume, spicy and sweet. In her heels she’s taller than he is, and he’s sure she’s older, but not how much. She looks so sophisticated, and so pretty, and so not like he thought a prostitute would look.
“I’m Danneel. Do you have a name?” She holds out a hand, her nails long but neat and unpolished.
“Nick.” He takes her hand, and it feels slight but strong in his.
“His friend put him up to this,” Jared puts in, and Danneel’s smile changes a little, her eyebrows lifting incredulously.
“He paid and everything, but I… I’m not sure I want to, you know, take advantage of your services.” He can’t say he doesn’t want her, because she’s beautiful and standing right there offering all this stuff he’s never had.
“Oh, there’s no taking advantage here, honey,” Danneel tells him, an edge of southern twang slipping into her voice. “But you’re all paid up. It would be a shame to waste it.” She touches his cheek and then steps back again, giving Nick room to breathe.
“The first time is always intimidating,” Jared says. “I remember my boyfriend was like…” Danneel gives him a look. “Sorry. Was that oversharing? Anyway, the point is, it’s hard when you’re not sure what you’re doing and everything’s all new.”
Nick swallows down a wave of panic, the urge to turn and run and not look back.
“Look, Jared, seriously, not helping,” Danneel says. “Do you want to be here, Nick? Because you’re real cute and I would love to help you out, but that’s not going to be any fun if you’re not into it.”
Nick licks his lips nervously, watches Danneel’s eyes follow the movement of his tongue. Like she wants him, like he turns her on. Even if it’s an act, the feeling is heady and new. “Yeah,” he says. “I’m into it.”
“Good. Let’s go to the office for a sec and get the finances squared away. And then we can get this party started for real.”
***
Danneel’s room is small, and there’s nowhere to sit except the king-size bed that takes up most of the space, so Nick fidgets awkwardly by the door. “We’ve got two hours. Why don’t you have a seat and tell me what you want?”
Nick perches at the very edge of the bed. “I don’t really know. I mean, do you have specialties or anything?”
Danneel laughs. “I try to be versatile,” she tells him. “You’re eighteen, right? In college?”
Nick nods. They’d checked his ID in the office, just to make sure.
Danneel reaches around the back of her dress, and Nick hears the click of a zipper. But she keeps talking like nothing’s happening. “You’re an attractive guy. You must have had girlfriends in high school. What did you like to do with them?”
Nick thinks about Miley, the softness of her skin, the way she trembled when he rubbed at her through her jeans. Danneel slides the straps of her dress off her shoulders. Her bra is black lace, swooping low between her breasts, and Nick can’t tear his eyes away. “I, um, I don’t know. I like normal stuff, I guess.”
She stands up and wiggles the dress the rest of the way off. Her panties are the same lace as her bra, sitting low on the curve of her hips. Nick finds himself eye-level with her bellybutton, Danneel’s skin pale and smooth. “Where do you want to touch me right now?” she asks, spreading her hands in offering.
Nick shifts uncomfortably. He’s hard, and she must know the effect she’s having. “I don’t know.” He can’t imagine actually touching her, putting his hands on all her bare skin.
“Come on, Nick. Anywhere you want. Unless you’re scared. I mean, we could still call this whole thing off, if you don’t think you can do it.”
“What? No, I’m not scared.” He takes a deep breath and reaches a hand out, strokes up the smooth skin of her side, thumb brushing the lace of her bra. Nick swallows. His dick feels about ready to burst, and he hasn’t even done anything yet. Danneel steps even closer, his legs caught in the v of hers. He touches the lower curve of her breast, tests the weight of it with his fingers. It’s so weird, having Danneel mostly naked and willing right in front of him, no fumbling under clothes, no having to doubt his every move. She’s letting him; she’s going to keep letting him do whatever he wants. It’s a little intimidating, actually, his hands shaking more than he’d like. Not like he’s scared, just…
“Okay,” Danneel says, leaning down until her lips are inches from his, “let’s try something different. Why don’t you lay back and let me take care of you? Would you like that?”
Nick’s heart is pounding in his chest, the smell of her dizzying and sweet. “Yeah.” He feels stupid and young, but then Danneel kisses him, and he didn’t even know prostitutes did that, but her mouth is so soft on his, coaxing his lips apart with her tongue.
“God, Nick, the things I bet you could do with that pretty mouth.” She nips his lower lip with her teeth, and Nick tries to lean closer when she pulls away.
“Take your shirt off,” Danneel says, one hand behind her back working the hooks on her bra.
Nick’s cheeks feel hot, but Danneel just smiles wider as she shrugs the straps off her shoulder. “Come on. Show you mine if you show me yours.”
Nick takes off his t-shirt. By the time he’s got it over his head, Danneel’s breasts are right in front of him again, pale and so very naked. She takes his hand, pulling it up to touch. He fumbles, his fingers hesitant on the pebbled skin around her nipple. Then she’s kneeling over him on the bed, settling into his lap, and her breasts are on a level with his mouth like this, her hand over his still guiding him in circles around the tight peak of her nipple. She puts her other hand in his hair, gripping right at the back of his head. “Lick,” she says, and Nick does, tongue flickering over her nipple, his eyes sneaking up to see if she likes this, to see if he’s doing what she wants. She smiles, small and smug like she did in the bar. “Now suck.”
Her fingers nudge at the back of his skull, and Nick shuts his eyes and takes her nipple into his mouth, hand cupping and squeezing around the weight of her breast, almost reflexive. Danneel makes a satisfied little humming noise and grinds down into him. Even in his jeans, Nick can feel the heat of her pussy, jammed right up against his aching cock. His teeth graze and her hand tightens in his hair. “This is what every girl you’re ever with is going to want from you,” she tells him. “That fat little mouth of yours all over them. You don’t know how pretty you are, do you, Nick?” She tugs a little at his hair and guides him to her other breast, doesn’t have to tell him what to do this time. “How every girl you know must be dripping wet just thinking about your puffy pink mouth on her tits. And other places.”
He’s caught in the spread of her thighs, drunk on the feel of her flesh in his mouth and the soft give of her pussy against his dick, all the things she’s saying like a storm rising in his brain and his body. He comes before he even knows how close he is, like being kicked off the edge of a cliff, every spurt wringing out of him, leaving him shaking. He muffles a moan against her skin, but it’s not long before the embarrassment comes down heavy on his shoulders. “Shit,” he says softly, because none of the words he normally uses seem bad enough for this. “Sorry, sorry.” He tries to push her off, but she stays stubbornly put, sitting tight on his lap, even though she must feel the wetness seeping through his jeans.
Danneel puts a hand on his cheek, coaxes his face up until he has to look at her. “You’re eighteen. Don’t tell me you can’t come more than once in two hours.”
His blush fires up again. He knows he can, spent one lazy morning over the summer experimenting, testing his recovery time, trying to see how much his body could take.
Danneel kisses him on the cheek. “So we’ll call that round one. Now what else do you think you could do with that pretty mouth while we get ready for round two?” She stands up and wiggles her panties down and off, the skin beneath shaved smooth and soft.
Even though he’s just come, Nick goes breathless and hot with how much he wants to touch her, bury his face between her thighs and taste her. He licks his lips, can’t figure out how to say what he wants.
“Do you want me to help you with your pants or do you think you can do that part yourself?”
Nick’s briefs are starting to dry sticky to his skin, and he kicks off his shoes and shoves down the bottom half of his clothes before he can think too hard about what he’s doing. Because now Danneel’s looking at his naked body, and Nick knows he gained a lot of muscle playing baseball last year, but all he can think about is the lingering softness of his belly, the flop of his dick against his thigh, all the parts of him that are broadcasting “little kid” right now.
“Well, look at you,” Danneel says, eyes all over him, drinking him in. “Pretty boy.”
Normally he’d object to being called either “pretty” or “boy,” but then Danneel’s settling onto the bed, arching her back and stretching just to make him look. “What do you want me to do?” Nick asks awkwardly, staring at the curve of her hip.
She spreads her legs a little, cocks her hips so Nick can’t help looking in between. “Do I need to draw you a map?” she asks, running her hand up the inside of her thigh, fingers reaching to part the pink folds of her pussy. It’s obscene, watching the stroke of her fingers, back and forth and back and forth. “You use your tongue just like this, and then when you’re feeling a little more confident, you start to improvise. This is an important skill to learn for all the ladies whose hearts you’ll break in the next few years.”
Nick risks a laugh, and Danneel’s glance at him is lazy and half-lidded, almost incredulous. “I’m paying you to tell me things like that, right?” he says. Nick knows he’s attractive, the same way he knows he’s the best in his Intro to Music Composition class, but she’s laying it on too thick.
Danneel leans up on one elbow, the other hand still fiddling between her legs, slower now, a different motion. “You’re paying me to fuck you. But getting to pop your cherry, getting to teach you how to treat a lady right, that’s just hot. Really fucking hot. It would be hot no matter what.”
She seems sincere, and Nick swallows, self-conscious again. “You want me to…”
“I really do. Come see.” She spreads her legs wider, leaving room for him between them, and Nick lies down in the space she makes. He puts a hand on her leg, smoothes his way upward, hesitating at the crease of her thigh, the heat of her pussy so close to his fingertips. She spreads herself open with two fingers, and Nick can see everything, looking up into her, dark pink and slippery, already wet for him. “So first, an anatomy lesson.” She takes his hand, and her fingers are slick, guiding his. “This is the clitoris,” she says, pressing his hand to the little bump above the opening of her pussy, sliding his finger against the curl of flesh covering it. “Potent, to be used in moderation.” She pushes his fingers down, in, then up in a hook, and Nick whimpers, biting his lip at the feel of her around his finger. “This is the g-spot. Not every girl likes having it touched, but she’ll be totally impressed that you can even find it.” She rubs his fingertip over it, and Nick can sort of tell there’s a difference between this and the flesh around it. He tries really hard to focus on that, like scientifically, and not on the delicate tremble of her pussy around him.
Nick slides his fingers in and out a few times, and then dips his head to taste her for the first time, flattening his tongue against the slick of her skin. “Yeah, Nick, just like that.” It’s not exactly a good taste, salty and tangy and thick, but he keeps licking into her anyway, loving the heat of her, desperate for more of those little tremors he feels against his mouth. Nick sucks at her clit, licks up deep into her, nearly gagging in his eagerness. “Yeah,” she sighs. “God, yeah.”
Danneel grabs at his hair, gripping tight to push him in closer. Nick isn’t even embarrassed anymore, licking and sucking at her, the whole lower half of his face wet. His dick is rising again, and he grinds down into the bed, looking for some relief. Danneel tugs at his hair, pulling his face up. “Not yet,” she tells him. “Not this time.”
Nick shuts his eyes, panting out a few shaky breaths. She touches his cheek, strokes down to the corner of his mouth. “Look at you. You’re a mess. That gorgeous mouth of yours was just made for eating pussy.” Her thumb trails over his lower lip. “And you looked like you were pretty into it, huh?”
Nick clears his throat. He knows he doesn’t need to answer that question. He’s so hard right now, the taste of her still thick in his mouth. He wants to bury his face between her legs again, embarrassed and turned on by the magnetic pull of her. “You could keep going,” she offers, and it’s all the encouragement Nick needs.
He goes down on her again, letting himself go, improvise a little more like she said. He slides two thick fingers into her, rubbing her g-spot and hearing her moans go higher, every harsh noise more encouragement. He licks at her until his tongue starts to go numb, until he can barely breathe, Danneel’s hands in his hair twisting and pushing at him. “Are you going to, um…” he asks, peering up at her face, the flush high in her cheeks.
“Keep going,” she says firmly, and Nick can feel when it starts, like an earthquake under his mouth, around his fingers, a shudder running all through her body and a broken exclamation in her throat. He wants to watch her come, so proud that he could get her there, but he can’t look up, not right now, like this alone is something too private for him to see. He licks lazily at her until she tugs on his hair to stop him.
Danneel holds up a condom from the bedside table. “Maybe it’s time we got to the main event. What do you think?”
“I don’t know. Do you have more, um, things I should know?”
She ruffles his hair. “I think you’ve got everything you need. Come on. Lie back. I can take it from here.”
He scoots up to the head of the bed, ignoring the awkward, dick-wilting feeling that she’s watching him. Nick lies down, Danneel next to him all warm and soft, sweat glistening between her breasts. Her hand trails over her belly, then lower, a quick slip of her fingers where she’s sopping wet from his mouth. She makes a contented little noise, and Nick wonders if this is just normal for her, if every night some guy makes her come with his mouth, and it doesn’t even matter. Maybe Nick wasn’t even very good.
“That’s a second-thoughts face,” Danneel says. “I don’t like those.” He hears the wet squelch of her pussy around her fingers. “Most virgins can’t do what you just did,” she tells him. “If that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Do you get a lot of virgins?” He tries to make it offhanded, but she knows too much of what he’s thinking.
“I get my share. There are plenty of guys in the world who want to punch their v-card as fast as possible.”
“That’s not what I want.”
“No. You want somebody to tell you the right thing to do, so when you’re with a girl who really matters, you don’t fuck it up. I’m guessing that’s why you agreed to come here, right?”
Nick has been carefully trying not to think about his own motives all night. What it says about him that he’s paying a stranger to have sex with him. What it says that he’s still a virgin in the first place. “I don’t know,” he tells her.
“Well, you don’t have to. I’m just giving my professional opinion.”
“Do you like your job?” he asks. His dick is going soft, but he can’t help it. He feels all raw and vulnerable, like he can’t stop the questions spilling out of him.
“I like sex. I trust the people I work for. And sometimes I get to fuck these pretty barely-legal virgins who give head like they were born to it.”
Nick can see his blush extending halfway down his chest. Danneel wraps a gentle hand around his dick, stroking slowly, and Nick stutters out a breath, dick pumping up full and hot again before he knows it. He looks at her slim fingers around him, the flushed head pushing up out of the circle of her hand.
“Let me take care of you,” she whispers, and her voice has gone low and coaxing, this edge that might be greed to it.
Nick gulps in enough of a breath to sigh out, “Please.”
She barely even interrupts her rhythm to roll on the condom, the crinkle of the wrapper drawing Nick’s eyes down. He isn’t sure what she plans to do until she’s sitting up over him, knees spread around his hips, the mouth of her pussy inches above the blunt head of his aching dick. “Ready?” she asks, and Nick doesn’t think he ever could have been ready for the silky squeeze of her sinking down onto his dick.
She takes him slow, an inch at a time, pulling up a little and then sliding down, her eyes hot and intent on his face. When she’s finally settled all the way onto him, Nick lets out a breath that’s been hurting in his chest for the last million years. She’s so slippery around his dick, but tight as she pulls off and slides down again, starting to ride him. Nick buries his moan in the pillow and reaches out blindly to clutch at her hips, trying to hang onto the fraying thread of control that’s keeping him from coming too soon all over again. “Breathe,” Danneel says, but he can barely even do that.
Danneel pauses, settled on his hips, his dick pressed up deep inside her. She takes his hand, guiding it down to the place where he’s in her, the hot, thin skin at the edges of her pussy. She rubs his thumb over her clit, and he circles there, losing himself in the repetition, groaning at every squeeze of her around his cock. “Just right,” Danneel tells him. “Just perfect. Now let me show you how this part goes.”
She rocks down onto him, and Nick’s hips jolt to meet every roll of her hips until they get into a shaky rhythm, meeting each other on her every downward stroke. Nick rubs at her clit, steals glances at Danneel’s face, wondering if he can make her come again, wanting that. He chases every catch in her breath, trying to get her to sound like she did before, feeling her little shudders around him. If he focuses on that, he can hold off a little, keep from being overwhelmed by the pleasure flooding in his belly, in the tight heat of his balls, in his rock-hard dick.
“Such a gentleman,” Danneel says, and she puts her hand on his to speed his strokes over her clit, her skin so slick under his fingers, his spit and her come all mixed together. She moans and grips down tighter on his cock, and Nick gasps in startled pleasure, teetering on the edge of orgasm. “That’s it, baby,” she tells him, eyes holding his, watching him fall apart. “Come with me.”
He shuts his eyes tight as the first spurt spills out of him, filling the tip of the condom and making it even wetter as she takes him in deep one last time. He can feel her starting to come from the inside, rippling and squeezing around his cock, wringing him out until his balls are aching and empty. His dick is hypersensitive and still hard when she climbs off him, her gentle fingers stripping off the condom and tossing it into the trash beside the bed.
Danneel glances at the clock. “Half an hour left. What do you want to do?”
Nick swallows, this weird, confusing mix of satisfaction and gratitude and anxiety swirling in his belly. “Can I kiss you again?” he asks, embarrassed.
“Absolutely.” Danneel lies down next to him, cupping his chin and taking his mouth in a slow, deep kiss. Nick puts a hand on her waist, pulling her in close. She hums contentedly into his mouth, and Nick closes his eyes so he doesn’t have to look at the clock.
***
Danneel sits with him at the bar, playing with his hair as he waits for David to come back. There are more people in the bar now, businessmen in suits and one greasy-haired guy about Nick’s age, all of them doing business with Danneel’s coworkers. He’s one of those people now.
“You don’t have to sit here with me,” he says, spinning the straw in his Diet Coke. “I’m not paying you anymore.”
Danneel touches the back of his neck, gentle. “You’re still a nice guy, Nick. And I’m not going to be taking any more customers right now. So here is a pretty good place to be.”
Her fingers feel nice at the top of his spine, so he leans towards her a little, letting her touch him. “Okay.”
“You have nothing to feel bad about,” she tells him. But all Nick can see is the other guys in the bar, laughing too loud, trying too hard.
“I’m not going to do this again,” he says, and her hand goes still.
“That’s okay, too. Although if you ever want to, I would not say no to a repeat performance from that mouth.”
Before she can say any more, David comes bounding through the doors, grinning. He takes one look at Nick and Danneel and his grin gets even crazier. “You didn’t chicken out!” he exclaims, and Nick gives a forced little smile. “And who is this lovely lady?”
“Danneel,” she says, holding out her hand, all cordial and dignified. Nick is grateful to her for being so cool, even now.
“Well, bye, I guess,” Nick says, digging his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Thanks for, you know, everything.”
Danneel kisses him, licking his lower lip before pulling away. “It was my pleasure. Seriously.”
Nick lets David do most of the talking on the ride back to school, lets him draw his own conclusions and says, “Uh-huh,” a lot. He’s not a virgin anymore. And that’s maybe the least confusing thing about this evening. Nick licks his lips, still tasting her there.
~fin~