The Pink Spinda

The Pink Spinda
Chapter Three

The bright lights span and darted by his eyes as Ash stumbled about the many halls of the Pink Spinda. Throwing both hands to a wall he steadied himself and stood upright to gain his breath. If he didn’t stop looking so suspicious then even those busy enjoying the Spindas’ services would notice him.

One, two, one, two; he breathed deeply. His face still flushed with fear and embarrassment; it had been less than five minutes since he’d ran from his prostitute and he sure as hell didn’t want to get caught. Hell, he didn’t even want his money back!

Turning around he slammed his forehead against the wall, successfully shaking loose a small tacky picture, he sighed. Here he was; cowering in a narrow corridor under a horrible red light while Gary was having the time of his life with that blonde woman.

He pulled on his casual black shirt and stared at it as music form the band drifted over him. Would he have to wait for Gary to finish before he could leave? He’d been in such a state when they’d entered the building that he couldn’t even remember the way in or out. And what of the people he’d encountered so far? Would the waitress with the huge flowers notice him leaving so soon? Would the redhead he’d paid for send that huge bouncer to catch him?

“Ah!” he stifled his scream with both hands as the redhead stormed past the end of the hallway suddenly, shortly followed by a woman in a purple dress. He cowered against the wall and tried his darndest to blend in with the wallpaper.

“Alright… no! This isn’t any good, Ash!” he whispered harshly to himself. “I have to get out of here!”

“Hey, yeah, man! I mean what the fuck? I paid in advance for this guy and he never shows up! This is fucked up!”

“You should see the manager, man.”

Ash panicked, practically attempting to claw his way up the wall, as a couple of men emerged from a room and stormed past him.

“This guy’s not cheap either!” one blared to his friend.

The other nodded as he struggled to keep up the pace his friend had set. “You could get a discount or sumthin’.”

“I don’t want a damn discount, I want my fuckin’ money back!”

As they rounded the corner of the corridor Ash slid down the wall, breathing hard. He really couldn’t handle this without Gary, as much as he hated to admit so. With a nod he threw himself to his feet - he was going to leave right now!

Before the redhead found him.

He cast cautious glances all around before staggering away.

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It would have been one of the easiest nights of his life if that stupid little boy hadn’t have chickened out and ran, Lance grumbled as he strode about the halls looking for the boy.

Honestly, he had much better things to be doing! He had two other customers lined up for the evening but now he’d been sent out to search for the brat. If the little annoyance hadn’t have had a likely connection to Professor Oak then it wouldn’t have matter either way what the runt did, but no! Himself, Troy and Phoebe had been the only ones to have had a good look at him so it was up to them to catch him before he went back snivelling to the Professor.

Bill hadn’t been any help either having missed the brat even entering the club. The brunette was too finicky about everything and had spent the last half hour (supposedly) on the phone explaining something to his friend in Kanto, Celio.

As he continued searching the basement floor he sent scolding glowers and scowls at those in the club who clearly knew they couldn’t afford him yet leered and watched him without missing a beat all the same. Frankly, they were surprised to see any of the Four out and about with the ‘commoners’ - usually they kept to themselves and their clients.

The only upside was he could (and would) keep his fee from the boy and got away without doing a thing. As he slipped down another corridor he felt bad for Karen as she’d got the Professors own grandson! That had to be quite a blow and she’d be the one in the firing line if Silph discovered the situation.

“Oh, Lancey!”

He spun around at the voice to see the tanned waitress, “Phoebe. You’ve not found him yet?”

“I was going to ask you that! Nope, I’ve not found him either! It’s too busy so I can’t look properly,” she frowned. Even the large flowers in her hair seemed to droop.

“Don’t worry,” Lance replied whilst glancing around. “Troy’ll get him for sure.”

“That’s what I’m worried about! They’re only children, Lance. My little Troy doesn’t know his own strength!”

Lance huffed as he turned to continue looking, “Troy’s just a big teddy. He won’t rough him up too bad. Besides, stupid little brat shouldn’t have legged-it!” he growled as he strode off into the crowd again.

Phoebe sighed as she too turned to continue looking, “my little Troy…”

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Though it wasn’t unusual to see the blonde secretary wandering the club, it certainly was unusual to see her tottering around patrons in a terrible rush to get somewhere. Usually she held a clipboard to her chest, wore a small smile and smiled towards those addressing or passing her but this pass through the club had her dodging the customers she showed such a pleasant attitude to with such vigour.

It wasn’t an easy job to avoid everyone either as yet another man attempted to grab her billowing purple dress as she rushed passed. They no doubt thought she was running from a customer not knowing she didn’t partake in the activities they so enjoyed.

She partly blamed what was happening on herself as she rushed for the phones in the front of the building - the Pokemon accessories sections. Those phones were on a separate line to those in the ‘Spinda and were therefore safe to call out.

As she approached the front desk she stopped to address Bill. “No one has left matching the boy’s description, Bill?” she asked through heavy breaths.

The brunette jumped at her sudden appearance at his desk then shook his head violently, “no Glacia. I wouldn’t’ let them out,” he added quickly. “But listen! I’m sor-”

“Keep on the vigilance, Bill, please,” Glacia answered quickly before dashing around his seat to use the phone.

“Glacia, look I-”

“Has anyone else called out from this phone besides yourself?” the blonde cut across him again.

Bill shook his head again and frowned. Had all this happened because he’d been talking to Celio? He watched as the secretary hurriedly punched in the girl’s phone number and gripped the handset to her ear tightly.

“Glacia, I’m sorr-”

“Hello? I’m sorry, Jasmine, I know it’s late but we need to down at the club right away!” the woman disregarded Bill in favour of the phone.

“Mmm, Glacia, wha-?” the dainty female doctor mumbled.

“Jasmine!” Glacia assured urgently again,” we need you down here ASAP! It’s Wallace - he’s passed out!”

“Ohh, well, in his type of work such a thing would be expected. Prostitution is very stressful on both body and mind…”

Glacia sighed to calm herself and restrain from shouting at the young girl who was obviously still half-asleep. “No, Jasmine,” she started clearly, “he’s taken something and now he’s unconscious. We need you down here this instant.”

“Oh… oh! Oh my!” Jasmine gasped as the words sank in. “Oh, I’ll be over as soon as possible, Glacia! I’m terribly sorry!”

The blonde secretary put the handset down as the doctor hung up.

“Glacia, I-”

“Please keep on the lookout for the boy if he tries to leave, Bill. We have Professor Oak’s grandson already,” Glacia spoke quietly before getting to her feet and gliding away across the polished floor.

Bill watched her leave. “Blast, I’m sorray, Glacia,” he muttered to himself.

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Ash stood behind a tall potted plant as he planned his escape strategy. He was sure the sparse section of floor in the club led to the exit and he saw neither his redhead, the waitress with the flowers nor the big bouncer standing anywhere between him and his path. But if his current luck was to have anything to do with it, it’d have it’s way with him and put all three people between him and the door pointedly. Then laugh.

As he looked behind he briefly thought about his friend, but if he went back and disturbed Gary with that woman he’d suffer consequences worse than what his redhead would do to him.

All he had to do to escape was wait for something big to happen then run like he’d never ran before. He looked over towards one of the elevated platforms to see a bouncy woman gyrating for the men clustered around her. Once she did something to get their tenders’ up he could escape and wait for Gary back at the hotel.

Sure enough the dancing woman span around quickly and threw her scantly top to a horde of howling animals and Ash ducked around the plant to run…

Only to run straight into another person, knocking himself to the floor amid the hollers and cheers.

“Ughhhh,” he rubbed the side of his face as his head span. “Ugh, that… didn’t go as planned,” he mumbled.

“Did it not now?”

Freezing like a statue Ash’s eyes widened before he slowly lifted his head to look up at the redhead he’d been attempting to avoid with the utmost gusto.

It was that ‘Dragon’ man.

“Hey, kid,” the man smirked down at him, settling and uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach. “Want to join your friend?”

“Auh, auhh…”

Frozen like a Stantler in headlights he didn’t even attempt to struggle or wriggle to escape as the man dragged him to his feet with a firm grip of his collar before hauling him back into the depths of the club he’d almost successfully fled.

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Steven smiled weakly at his secretary as she retuned with new of Jasmine’s arrival. Despite wanting only the best for his lover it was near impossible to get the government hospital involved so the private practice doctor would suffice. He shook his head sadly, not that Jasmine wasn’t a brilliant doctor but she worked alone and only had a small staff - but her practice had been in business with Devon since the beginning.

Medical practitioners were wary creatures with too many wiles and morals even he couldn’t deal with. A legitimate doctor trained by he country’s government simply wouldn’t accept the task of working in conjuncture with a prostitution business yet Devon cared, somewhat, for it’s employees and without Dragon, Dark, Flower… or Wallace their income would be severely wounded, as was stated all to often by the higher-ups.

Simply put; a public doctor would not work for Devon, but the daughter of Sinnoh mafia boss Cynthia would. Jasmine would.

Just one of the many deals Devon had with the Sinnoh mafia.

It almost made him cringe to think of the favours those in the mob could call of him, of his father, of any of his employees. He was only glad Hoenn didn’t have it’s own mafia; the police presence was that great.

What, however, troubled him more was the sudden disappearance of Erika. While they awaited Jasmine’s arrival it would have been natural to leave Wallace in her care - yet from his lover’s mumblings this could have been the woman’s fault. And accident was perhaps why she was avoiding the club as he could hardly imagine the quiet naturalist to purposely hurt another living thing let alone a good friend of hers.

He turned from Glacia tending his lover to his door. The club would be in ruins if Glacia weren’t such an efficient woman. Now it was up to him to find the runaway before word got back to Kanto. With one last glance over his shoulder to the man on the sofa he quickly darted from the room to begin his search.

Before he could even take his hand from the door handle, however then did Lance appear storming over to him with a boy dragging hopelessly behind. “Dragon?”

“Hey, Steven!” the redhead greeted sarcastically cheerful. “Look who I found on the floor mere metres away from the exit.”

“Is that the boy?” Steven asked almost breathless.

“I don’t know! You tell me!” Lance snarled. He jerked Ash forward to stand in front of his employer. “Does he look like some whiny little snot you’d accept as a customer?”

Ash whined quietly at the pain in his neck from being jerked and dragged around. He looked up as the grey-haired man directed a glare towards his captor.

“He’s sixteen, Steven! What the hell was going through your mind!?”

Not feeling he even had to answer Lance when the man was throwing a tantrum, Steven answered anyway. “At the age of sixteen you are officially deemed an adult. This young man had the payment and that’s all there is to it.”

“Oh, don’t gimmie that crap!” Ash wanted to cover his ears as Lance shouted. “I’ve got too much going on to deal with this! Will’s ill and living with me, the cops’ve been clamping down on me and Karen and now you’re sending snivelling little children to me - that’s just too much! Here, take the little shit, I’m sick of seeing his face!”

With a painful motion Lance tossed Ash to the floor. Steven’s eyes followed the redhead as he left before he turned all attention to the boy at his feet. Really, he was just a boy. Law dictated him an adult, but he couldn’t be mentally.

Ash sat up rubbing his sore neck as Steven spoke to him. “Boy, on your feet.” With a groan he lifted himself up carefully, still rubbing his neck and watched as the man opened the door to a room in front of him, motioning him to enter.

He slowly walked into what was clearly an office and stopped uncomfortably near the entrance, “Ahh, my-!” he squeaked in fear as he saw the unconscious man on the sofa with fearful eyes. He directed those eyes at Steven as he closed the door. “Please don’t kill me! This wasn’t my idea, I swear! It was my friend!”

“You are such a fucking traitor!” an angry voice shouted back at him. Ash span around to see Gary sat in a chair next to the blonde woman he’d paid for.

“Gary!”

“You’re Ash, I presume?” the grey-haired man interrupted politely.

“Uh, yeah,” Ash replied shakily.

“As I thought,” Steven sighed as he moved around to stand behind his desk in a professional manner. “Gary Oak and Ash Ketchum of Kanto.”

“H-how do you know my name?” Ash asked to which Steven inclined his head in Gary’s direction. “Oh…”

Clasping his hands Steven leant forward on his desk. “From what you have told me, Mr Oak, you and Mr Ketchum here have only come to the Pink Spinda to partake in our services, correct?”

Both boys nodded. “I don’t see a damn problem with that, “Gary scowled.

“Of course there is no problem with that, Mr Oak,” Steven replied levelly, trying not to look over to his unconscious lover. “The problem, however, lies in your, ah, your family, Mr Oak.”

Karen sniggered behind her hand as she watched her ex-client suddenly visibly pale. “My-my… family?” he asked with a distinct vibe of worry to his tone.

Steven considered the sudden change in the brunette boy’s behaviour. Since Lance and Glacia had broken in on him and Karen the boy had been standoffish, rude and insulting, even threatening violence against the burliest of bouncers and those watching the spectacle he made of himself. Even in the office and subdued by Karen the boy had remained livid when offered a refund and spat on the rug.

Although it had been unlikely from the start that he’d come to incriminate Devon and report back to his grandfather, the chance couldn’t have been ignored. With that thought Steven leant further forward from his seat and glanced from each boy.

“Your family, Mr Oak,” he affirmed, watching the boys swallow nervously.

Karen slapped the arm of her chair when she couldn’t hold her laughter in any longer. “Awhaww, poor little boy,” she taunted with a smirk. Obviously she’d be just as angry as Lance with the situation.

“Y-you’re not going to-to tell my mother are you?” Ash broke in with a terrified voice.

“If it comes to that then yes, Mr Ketchum.”

Glacia listened in on the conversation from her seat on the floor beside Wallace. Despite Steven’s calm and confident tone she clearly understood he had no idea where he was going with the turn the exchange had taken. But he was Stone Jr. He was the only son of the Devon head. He was a professional who could talk his way into and out off anything. She had the utmost confidence in him as Wallace himself would.

“Oh, hey, we didn’t mean to make a scene,” Gary suddenly pled. “My friend is just a wimp; he didn’t mean to upset your employee! In fact! He’ll go back and take it now, won’t you, Ash?”

Ash looked scared out of his mind as his friend threw him a pleading look, but he threw an equally pleading look back.

Despite his stature Steven enjoyed the little exchange before clearing his throat. “Can I trust you not visit the Pink Spinda again during your stay in Hoenn? As such, we will refrain from informing your parents of the incident, hm?” Again both boys mimicked each other, nodding their heads fervently. “Good. Karen, please have them escorted from the building,” as Karen nodded he added one last reminder; ”remember gentlemen - not a word of this to anyone.”

“C’mon, kiddo,” Karen ordered Gary to his feet mockingly who obliged without question. As she passed Ash who’d been stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, she grabbed his arm to lead him out.

“I thought they were gonna kill us like that guy on the sofa,” Ash whispered nervously to his friend.

Gary snorted despite himself, “he’s not dead, Ash. He was moaning and stuff before you got here.”

“Oh…”

As the door shut tightly Steven let out a long pent-up sigh. “Steven?” Glacia murmured with concern.

Standing up Steven moved to stand over Wallace and place his hand lightly on the man’s head. “Seems they’re just children afraid of their parents, after all. I doubt this will get back to Professor Oak.”

“Still, it’s better to be careful,” Glacia said with a smile as she detected the uncertainty in the man’s voice. “You did the right thing.”

Neither shaking nor nodding his head Steven sighed. “Either way, we have one more thing of concern.”

A long silence began to drag out as both people in the room continued to watch Wallace and await Jasmine’s arrival, the whereabouts of Erika lightly yet persistently tugging on the corners of Steven’s mind.

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After the unceremoniously way they were booted out from the Devon building both Ash and Gary nursed their wounded egos on the way back to their beachside hotel. Despite it being the early hours of the morning the streets were still lively in the height of such a marvellous summer.

Ash groaned as he tried to work a kink from his neck. “I didn’t enjoy myself,” he stated.

“That’s ‘cause you’re such a pussy,” Gary replied curtly.

“What?” the dark haired boy frowned.

“If you hadn’t have chickened out and legged-it we’d have got laid and be done with it.”

“I-I’m sorry.”

“You suck, Ash.”

“W-what?”

“You suck!” Gary stopped in the middle of the pavement. “You are such a fucking pansy! There you are in Kanto complaining no one’s gay for you so I bring you to the best goddamn hookers in the business and you run away from the guy! You suck, Ash! I can barely even look at you right now!”

Ash stood, planted to the spot appalled as the brunette continued.

“This Is why you’ve never had a girlfriend or boyfriend before! It’s why you’re a sucky trainer! You stand up to the challenge but never pull it off! Sometimes I feel really bad for you useless Pokemon. With you as a trainer it’s no wonder they can’t battle shit! YOU SUCK!”

Holding back an obvious punch Gary howled as he turned and stormed off down the street, ranting and raving and kicking everything within range. Ash frowned after the charade.

He was a good trainer! So what if he didn’t win every challenge? It was having the confidence to challenge in the first place that made a winner! He clenched his fist but softened as he realised it wasn’t about Pokemon.

It was true he’d never had a girlfriend before, or a boyfriend after he’d admitted to being gay. He’d never been kissed by anyone other than his mother seeing him off to school. He’d never held hand with anyone, never exchanged silly little notes during class, never been on a date.

He sighed miserably.

Although he hadn’t wanted to ever go to such a club, he at least knew the people he paid for could never turn him down. They’d be with him no matter the circumstances, no matter how much of a fool he made himself out to be. They wouldn’t judge him.

But would such an experience be the way he’d want to remember his first time? Would it even matter anymore if he got a steady boyfriend? Would I matter if he didn’t get a boyfriend? No one back home would go for him since he’d only come out to Gary and no one else…

Deciding that pondering his love life (or lack thereof) was something best done in private and not out on the streets he dragged himself back to the hotel.

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Despite having already been called out to solve two discrepancies already Steven was determined not to leave his lover’s side as Jasmine looked him over. Glacia too remained flitting around the room with worry. Thankfully, from what the doctor had assured them already, the fever both the Devon employees had feared had not come to - that alone would help Wallace immensely.

The young brunette had wasted little time travelling to the club and had brought one of her most trustworthy nurses along. Although being the daughter of the infamous Cynthia of the Sinnoh mafia one wouldn’t have expected the young girl to have grown up with such a promiscuous background. Jasmine was small, delicate, quiet and gentle - hardly what could be expected of the heir to a criminal syndicate.

Although Jasmine herself had spoken of Steven’s very own personality not befitting his line of work. Maybe it was the least expected of people that excelled in businesses, thought he had no doubt Jasmine was capable of some heinous deeds he could never commit himself.

He watched as Jasmine turned to the young boy at her side, “Isaac, please bring the van around to the back entrance.” the young white-haired boy nodded to the doctor before timidly brushing past Steven and left through the club floor.

Jasmine herself gave Wallace’s hand a gentle pat before she rose to her feet to turn to Steven and Glacia, who hung on her every movement. “I have limited equipment to properly diagnose Mr Riverer, but I can assure you he hasn‘t overdosed,” she paused as the two others in the room breathed a sigh of relief. “However, he has taken something that hasn’t agreed with him; possibly an hallucinogenic. Has he been know to take drugs?” she asked knowing full well the answer.

Steven looked appalled at the question directed to him. “No, he hasn’t!”

“Then can I ask of his mental state of late?”

Glacia frowned deeply as her boss held his breath before speaking. “He’s… been put under a great deal more stress these past few weeks…” the grey haired man said quietly.

“And you’re sure he wouldn’t have taken anything? Even recreationally?”

“No! Wallace is stronger than that!”

“Of course, of course. I’m sorry, Steven, but we can’t rule out any possibilities,” Jasmine said quickly, almost intimidated by the man’s shouting. “I need to know as many details as possible. He’s stable and should make a full recovery within a few days, but if we can stop him from-”

“He hasn’t overdosed!” Steven burst, interrupting the young girl.

“Steven!” Glacia dashed over to her superior to grasp his arm. Even such small outbursts from the man were enough to worry her and she knew how easily Jasmine as intimidated.

“Well, I’d like to take him back to my practice for the night,” Jasmine subtly ordered. “When Isaac brings the stretcher up I’d like you to help him take Wallace to my ambulance,” by which she meant private van. She couldn’t run a siren as she wasn’t a government approved doctor.

“How long do you think he’ll need to stay?” Steven asked uncertainly.

“No more than two days, I’d assume, provided there are no complications, “ Jasmine said calmly. “Don’t worry; he’ll be healthy enough to work again by the end of the week.”

It almost brought tears to Glacia’s eyes as she watched her boss. His expression and posture tightened as Jasmine assumed he only worried over Wallace’s health for the benefit of the club’s income.

He stood rooted to the spot as his secretary held him as the nurse rushed back into the room with the stretcher for his lover. He couldn’t even move as he watched both the small medical duo struggle to place an equally frail man onto the stretcher and secure him. He only finally helped when Glacia jerked him forward to help the nurse carry Wallace out of the room.

Remaining in the room for a moment Glacia fingered her billowing purple dress with unease before steeling her face to that of a professional. She knew Steven wouldn’t be back for the rest of the night so the Pink Spinda was in her hands for the evening. She strode confidently from the office.

“Hey, Glacia! What’s up with Wallace?” The blonde turned to see Lance, Karen and the waitress Phoebe crowded in the narrow corridor outside the office. Karen was speaking to her; “what’s he done to himself?”

“Probably anything to get out of working like the rest of us, “ Lance huffed to himself.

Glacia scowled at the man. Even if Lance and Wallace didn’t get along she’d at least assume the redhead show a little sympathy, but then, he didn’t know the situation. She sighed, “Jasmine will be looking after him for a few days.”

“Lucky bastard,” Lance huffed again.

“What’s wrong with him?” Phoebe asked with a sincere pout.

“It’s nothing serious, Phoebe,” Glacia smiled at the young woman. “It just means Steven will be away for the rest of the night and Wallace will be away for a few days to recuperate.”

“I wonder what he did to himself,” Karen inquired to Lance. “I haven’t seen Erika around either. Wow, this has been quite a night! Something to go down in the old journal.”

Regardless of the situation Lance laughed, “you have a diary? I’ll have to read it sometime.”

“No, you won’t!” Karen barked back at him sharply as Phoebe giggled.

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Perhaps it wasn’t the smartest thing he’d ever done; sneaking back into the Pink Spinda only a day later after having been interrogated and kicked out, but Ash had done it. His little tiff with his best friend had given him the courage to follow through with a challenge and win first prize!

Although, having said that, now the room seemed to shrink around him as he paced from wall-to-wall nervously. Was he loosing his hard earned confidence already? Stopping suddenly he pictured Gary’s jeering face; all the snide comments regarding his sexuality flooding his mind, and clenched his fists. This time he would not be caught off guard by that male prostitute like before. He’d show Gary what a man he was! Turning around he firmly placed himself behind the chair in the centre of the room and potently glared at the door, waiting for the redhead to appear.

But he was treading on dangerous grounds. The club owner himself had thrown him out just the night before, and it was only the doorman’s unfamiliarity with him that had gotten him in again. That and the general lack of awareness on the side of both staff and customers; they had their own business to attend and weren’t likely to notice a hormone-ridden teenager slinking around.

The doorknob rattled as someone motioned to enter the room. This time he wouldn’t be ambushed by the man and he’d keep his cool. And show Gary what a real man was like. Before the man the other side of the door had time to react he threw himself at the door to jam it shut and spoke through it.

“Are you Dragon?” he asked clearly with a strong voice.

The irritated sigh from the man was audible through the door as he replied,” of course.”

Standing his ground Ash spoke again, “stand back from the door. I’m going to pass you something.”

“What the hell are you playing at?” came the annoyed response, nevertheless it could be heard the man retreated a distance back.

Clearly this man didn’t like games, as he’d been told during their last encounter, but he’d done a little skulking around the city to learn more about the Pink Spinda. The man he’d bought was a typical dominant but would - no - had to do anything he was paid for. That was his trump card. He had no need to be worried.

Opening the door a crack he thrust his hand out with a thin piece of cloth. As he felt the man take the cloth he explained;” I want you to wear that so you can’t see anything.” That’d keep his identity safe… he hoped.

“Oh, Christ…” the man cursed as he did as instructed.

After a few moments of silence he assumed the man had tied the blindfold correctly and instructed him to enter. Identical to before the redhead rested against the closed door, hands folded behind his back, though this time his piercing eyes couldn’t probe his customer.

Ash scuttled back behind the chair and took the man in. Wearing an all black outfit; tight trousers and shirt and an open vest bearing seemingly random red lines, the man was of average height and build and probably wouldn’t stand out from a crowd if his hair weren’t such a shocking shade of red. A shiver ran across his skin as he imagined what those golden eyes would be scowling at…

“I gotta admit, this is quite unorthodox,” the man commented lightly, obviously slightly thrown by the situation. From what Ash had heard from the right groups, then this Dragon really didn’t get put in such circumstances. He’d already lost the surprise element and without those sharp eyes Ash was much more at ease as he carefully approached.

Dragon sensed the figure moving toward him. From the voice and demeanour he could guess his customer was a young male - younger than himself, but they seemed quite confident so maybe they’d been to similar clubs. They were confident enough to have him blindfolded at least, so they must have been around for a while, he summarised. However, without a clear view of the person he couldn’t properly gauge them and act accordingly. Perhaps someone so confident liked things to be straight forward.

“To what do I assume is happening?” he asked blandly.

Ash stopped in his tracks at the question. What… actually did he want? He just wanted to get laid and be on his way, bragging to Gary. Certainly the male prostitute had overestimated his confidence on the matter and his throat closed up each time he tried to reply.

Dragon crinkled his brow as he tried to pull any form of language from the mess his customer was choking on. Resisting the urge to either rip the blindfold from his face and leave for someone who could make him money faster or go and beat Steven around his office for letting patrons such as his current customer in, he suddenly stalked forward, catching the other body and tossing it into the chair.

A garbled squeak escaped him as Ash’s back hit the chair, all breath lost. Okay, things were taking a turn for the worse, he mused as he struggled to take in air.

Dragon scowled but the effect was lost behind the blindfold. If his buyer was only going to sit and garble then he’d get on with things and leave. It was a rare night with only one customer so he could swiftly retreat and check on Will as he wasn’t the type to cover for Wallace’s regulars - he was far too dominant for their tastes.

He towered over the smaller body before dropping to his knees with as little finesse as possible, grabbed what he assumed to be a teenager by the shoulders and crashed their lips together.

Ash’s eyes widened as the redhead firmly sealed their lips and plundered his mouth without mercy. His arms remained stiff at his side as the taller man pushed him further back into the chair, eventually balancing the chair on it’s back legs with the force. He struggled under the man as the hands moved down to grasp his arms securely, without the kiss breaking; the blatant one-sidedness of it not a factor.

With a vicious gasp for air his head swam as the redhead pulled back. Dragon listened as the teen coughed and hacked and generally made a fuss of the situation. Definitely a virgin, but he was in no mood to baby sit.

As his vision returned Ash noticed the redhead practically resting in his lap and a small squeak escaped him. Was this really what he wanted? He’d lost his high-ground so quickly. Looking down at the man who would be looking back if not for the blindfold, he decided to voice his thoughts.

“I-”

“I don’t have time for this, kid,” the older man instantly cut through his sentence. “I have other plans for the night and I’ll be damned if I have to sit here all night and look after some reluctant ne‘er do well! You either leave this instant or decide on what you want. Now.”

The first thought was to run, Ash wriggled under the redhead’s grip, but an image of his friend’s jeering face flashed across his mind and he rooted himself to the chair. “I want this,” he stated clearly.

“Well, then,” Dragon growled as he pulled on an arm, forcing Ash against his chest, “we’ll have to make it fast,” he whispered into the teenager’s ear before pulling on the other arm, effectively planting the customer flatly against himself. “I do have other things to be doing.”

Ash barely held in a gasp as breath caressed over his ear before he found himself with his face in the taller man’s chest. With his arms confiscated he awaited the next move eagerly - all thoughts of Gary pushed from his mind. He certainly didn’t want to be thinking about the brunette right now.

“You’re a smart boy,” Dragon purred, for it was all too obvious he was dealing with an adolescent. Swiftly standing once more he pulled the boy’s face up to meet his in another heated kiss.

With his hands held against either side of his redhead’s side Ash fell into the kiss with inexperienced enthusiasm, his body half-hanging from his position as he moaned against the foreign tongue lashing against his own.

Barely holding back a sinister grin Dragon knew he’d be finished with the boy in hardly any time, he thought as he suddenly span around with his customer without breaking their contact and walked the boy backwards to the cold metal bed set aside in the room. He freed an arm to firmly plant his hand on the boy’s chest and push him down onto the cold steel.

A small whimper left Ash’s throat as he was ripped from his redhead’s mouth only to gasp violently as his back met steel. The shallow bed was cold enough to penetrate his shirt and the sudden transition form heat to cold sent shivers across his skin. He looked up as Dragon tightened the blindfold before dropping to crawl over his lower half - his groin tightened as he watched.

Determined to finish quickly Dragon pulled his customer in for another kiss as he expertly unbuttoned the boy’s baggy trousers, exposing childish boxers and legs to the air of the booth, but he held back any other movements as the boy squirmed beneath him; though without his sight he couldn‘t determine why.

His surprised whine was lost against the onslaught of the older man as cool air from the room rushed over his legs. He squirmed uncomfortably as the sensation washed over him and whined into the kiss again for more contact as the throbbing from his groin began to erase any left-over fears.

Coming up for breath Dragon finally let his grin cover his face, probably at the expense of the customer he couldn’t see. “How do we do this?” he smirked to himself.

“Ah, ah…” Ash couldn’t formulate a coherent sentence as he gasped for air and wriggled for contact again.

“Hmmm,” Dragon put a thumb to his mouth as he sat up, straddling the boy and pointedly irritating him. “What to do… I know…”

Again he dipped his head to his customer but as Ash turned to meet him he used his free hand to hold the boy’s face away from him and expose the juncture of his neck. Ash’s eyes bugged as his redhead licked and sucked a spot causing him to buck from the bed involuntary.

“Ohhh, god…” Ash mewled as warm breath and a deliciously wet tongue caressed his neck.

As he heard no objection Dragon continued to lavish the boy’s neck as he slowly pulled those childish boxers down thin legs to pool with the trousers tasselled around ankles, and with little finesse grabbed the hardened length from it’s confinement.

A garbled moan tore itself from Ash’s throat. No one had ever touched him in such an intimate area yet despite what people would think it thrilled him enormously as the man he’d paid for pumped his hand rhythmically all the while paying the utmost attention to that spot of his neck. He rocked his hips artlessly as he lost any form of clarity he might have had to the fog of sensations assaulting his senses - the nipping of his neck, the unadulterated pleasure of the course hand stroking his cock, the light rumble of the man’s chuckling vibrating across his skin…

Dragon continued to nip and lick the warm flesh of the boy’s neck as he tried not to laugh outright at the situation. Even with the blindfold on he could imagine the state the boy was working himself into under such a simple act, but he wasn’t one to judge as he listened to the panting breath, feeling the pulse under his tongue race.

Soon enough his customer let out a rattled cry as his hands wrestled in his shirt as warmth splattered over his hand. Without looking down he righted himself again yet still sat over the younger male, waiting.

Afraid if he opened his eyes the feeling of the man looming over him would leave Ash tried to force himself to remain in the dark, warm sensation he’d found himself in. Though as the weight of his redhead shifted he cracked an eye open to watch the man toss his hand out to be rid of the come therefore covering it. He reddened dangerously as he noted the white splashed up the man’s black shirt but refused to abandon such a feeling.

Only when he heard the man chuckle to himself did he open his eyes and look up into what would otherwise be a haughty expression if not for the blindfold. He gulped as the man spoke; “ready for the main event, little boy?”

He would have shouted and argued such a patronising tone, but all his energy had escaped him in more ways than one. Instead of raising a fuss he simply nodded dumbly, lying limp as he was.

With another light laugh to himself Dragon leant back down over the boy for what he estimated would be the last kiss of their encounter, thinking about what he should get for supper and take home to Will. However, knowing full well the boy was a virgin and if he wasn’t careful enough the little brat could go running off to Steven so that he’d get reprimanded again, he tried to occupy the teenager as he freed himself.

Ash shivered despite himself as he anticipated the coming actions and not matter what the man did to try and distract him he suddenly found himself with enough energy to worry his lower lip before his tongue was stolen away into the offending mouth of his redhead.

He whined into the open mouth as he felt the intrusion, sweat forming on his brow - though the man over him didn’t seem overly concerned with his state of affairs. He tried to relax as the man suddenly jerked his head to the side and left his mouth in favour of sucking fervently over his collarbone.

Although he couldn’t see the boy, Dragon was instinctively excited as he lavished the young body beneath him. He couldn’t deny the young man had an attractively lean body to the touch with an equally pleasing demeanour - he seemed only wanting to be ravished and nothing more. Such detachment in a person attracted him immensely, he knew, as he pushed into the warmth of the boy.

“Auh, augh…” Ash murmured at the strange new sensations coursing through his nerves - pain and pleasure mixing together to form a feeling greater than both. With his legs in the air over the man’s shoulders he felt exposed and awkward as he writhed uncontrollably.

Dragon smirked as the boy’s hands groped blindly in his stained shirt as he began a rhythm, pumping in and out. Though not completely mind-blowing on his end he tried to make as little sound as possible feeling he hardly had to work as hard as usual with such a patron.

Ash mewled and whimpered as his whole body rocked back and forth in motion with the rhythm his man had set; completely unaware of anything but the swirling sensation in his stomach and the dual assault of the man’s mouth and driving thrusts, his breath more and more haggard. There was nothing else in the world aside from himself and the Dragon driving into him.

Eventually Dragon began to lose his own inhibitions, building up to a feverous pace, his breath also coming more ragged. Though he wasn’t sure if he should be; Ash was when he finally drew a groan from the older man even if he had little idea of what to do.

He tightened his grip as the redhead over him suddenly bit down hard on his neck; he screeched as the pain radiated across his ultra-sensitive body, a white sheen obliterating his sight. His back arching from the bed in a delicious arc he came violently, clamping down on the cock driving him over the edge.

The already tight warmth clamped down tighter around him as Dragon gasped; with a hard thrust he shuddered as he came into the boy with nothing on his mind aside from the oddly sensual experience. After a moment, however, he quickly came down from the high and removed himself from the boy to rest on the floor.

As he listened to the uneven panting of the person on the cold bed he thought to himself about what had happened. He’d not lost himself during his work since a long time. Usually he was painfully aware of the happenings so as ready to perform best to their needs - it that constant awareness that had him in the top four . Maybe he just had a thing for young boys…

That’s actually quite sick, he thought to himself with a frown. Oh well, no point frettin’ over it now. He put himself away and pulled his dirty shirt off under his vest before standing and turning to the half naked boy on the bed.

Usually he’d stick around until the customer left, and even if it meant he’d get chewed out by Steven, he’d be damned if he were going to stick around for god knew how long till the kid recovered his senses.

“Stupid, kids,” he muttered grumpily as he sauntered from the booth, making sure to leave it marked as occupied while the brat was still inside and ripping the blindfold off when clear enough. “What the hell am I supposed to get Will for supper at this time? Rat bastard’s so picky…”

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It took a while before Ash had gained enough consciousness to sit up from the harsh steel stinging his back. He sighed and looked around the room but found himself alone as if he’d imagined the whole thing, though if his pants around his ankles wasn’t testament to the opposite. He swiftly pulled them up with a red face.

He’d never been so utterly embarrassed, clueless yet aroused in his life - and all at once! A wide smile spread it’s way across his face as the memory drifted back past his eyes.

He darted to his feet suddenly. Not only could he gloat to Gary about following through on a challenge but he was also the first of them to lose his virginity! Oh, god, he’d enjoy himself so much when he got back to the hotel! Who’d have thought plain ol’ Ash Ketchum would be the first to get his end away when compared to the rich, popular Gary Oak?

He grinned more as he though about popularity not always being better.

But then, Gary had had a fair number of girlfriends before, while Ash had never had anyone to be close to. Anyone to tell hi secrets to… no one. Perhaps he’d just come back to the Pink Spinda and spend some more of his birthday money on more entertainment to cheer himself up… if he had the courage to return.

But first he had to escape unseen again, and that hadn’t gone all too well the last time. No more squatting behind potted plants this time, he decided! And he didn’t have to worry about his redhead capturing him again as judging by the man’s mumbling he was headed home early to have supper with a Will.

He suddenly stopped smiling then. Who was this Will his redhead was going to see? Was it is boyfriend? Maybe just a close friend staying with him. For an unknown reason he sincerely hoped for the latter.

Again he stopped as he made to leave; since when had he started calling the male prostitute ‘his redhead’?

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