Back Alley
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...he glanced over his shoulder, but already the door was closed and locked, the faint light illuminating the entrance had been turned back on in readiness for the next pair to approach it. Shivering, he made his way back to the busy street.

One car, two... the third pulled over, but after getting a better look at the bruise already darkening on his cheek and the rather tattered clothing he was struggling to hold tight around his trembling body, the sleek navy vehicle pulled off again, parking a few blocks down where one of the local girls plied her trade with more success than he seemed to be having.

A hand on his shoulder startled him, and he spun back toward the flow of traffic to see a tall figure in what looked to be a rather expensive black leather swing coat and fine black fedora standing in front of him. Backlit as the figure was, he couldn't make out much else... not gender, not age, only the same sense of eagerness and hunger he always seemed to feel from those who chose him.

"How much?"

The rich voice came as something of a surprise, youth and intelligence both shining through clearly in those two simple words. A quick appraisal of the clothing and voice brought his head up slightly.

"Seventy-five for a half-hour, no marks. Hundred fifty for an hour, do what you want with it. Two hundred if you draw blood, though."

A low, heated laugh met his statement, followed by a rather disturbingly accurate, "Hundred fifty for blood, unless you've upped your price in the last ten minutes."

"Hundred fifty. I'm already bruised."

That laugh again, and eight $50 bills pulled out of what seemed like thin air.

"Two hours of your time, then... mine to use as I see fit."

The boy managed to keep himself from wincing, taken somewhat aback by the quick acceptance of what was, for this stretch of road, a rather high fee. He'd expected to be talked down below his usual rate, as he was indeed already bruised - and bloody, though that shouldn't be obvious - but $400 was enough to make sure his keeper stayed off his back for another week or two, buy him some new clothing, and maybe even a few good meals. He had a hard time not wondering just what it was that got him such largess, though... and even more, wondering what he'd be required to do to earn it.

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