[Open to clients]

[automobilepeninsular]

[ AP was getting used to his new life. And sadly it had become the norm to be sat in his working room, eyes following over the shapes of the toys, ties and tools laid out on re-pained Ikea shelves and bookcases.

At least the bed was soft, clean and doused in red fabric pretending to be silk. As much as it kicked up static, it was nicer than the rough sheets he had at home.

He knew what clients to expect and when. Not always what they wanted, but he could guess by then with how much time they booked him for.

He sat on the edge of the bed, dressed in black boxers and a short robe, watching the clock above the door for another man, woman or whatever to wander into the room, demands on the tip of their tongue as his mind flittered off to notes of music and lines or prose. ]

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[remnantremnants]

Knock knock. [The familiar voice of Elliot Jay Kingsley came through the door before the man himself. He looked rather pleased, as if he'd just woken up from a delicious nap or emerged from a luxurious spa treatment.]

Dear sweet A.P. What a setting! So terribly gaudy, like a sex shop condensed! My word, such a buffet of interesting equipment, dear boy!

[automobilepeninsular]

[ A.P couldn't help chuckling to himself as Kingsley came in. The theatrics of the man almost made him feel at home as he stayed perched on the edge of the bed. ]

Equipped for all tastes and wants! It is a little over the top if you ask me, everything being out of display... [ His eyes ran over the room, rolling them before he smiled at the man again ] But, at least we know whats going on!

Anyway.. Hello again Sir, what can i do for you today?

[remnantremnants]

Today, my lad. Today I want to worship your glorious beauty for at least an hour. [The man winked. It seems an hour was all he could get out of Betty.] I do hope you wont mind if we converse while you work, sweet heart? I would have booked your entire day had it been allowed, but alas. We will have to walk and talk, as they say.

Clothes off, if you please.

[automobilepeninsular]

[ A.P started to make a show of removing what little clothing he had on as soon as he was told. Pulling the ribbon from around the robe, dropping it lightly on the floor. In the same motion, he shrugged his shoulders, letting the fabric slide down his arms. ]

I can work and talk, might take me a while if you're going to be distracting! [ He chuckled as he stood up, hooking his thumbs into his underware, rolling them round to the front as he pulled down,swaying his hips back to free his ass from his boxies. As soon as he was out he sat back down, dropping them down to the ribbon.

He kept his eyes almost half shut as they stayed focused on Kingsley's face,a smile still tugged at his lips. ]

[remnantremnants]

[As he watched him, Kingsley made an array of wanton and desperately enthused faces, clapping his hands together as if he were preying thanks to God for such a display.]

You take pride in your work, don't you my love? [He said, stepping forward toward A.P in order to encourage him onto the bed.] I suppose if a job is worth doing, it is worth doing well. Isn't that right?

[automobilepeninsular]

[ It was nice to be complimented- The faces were much appreciated. It was nice to know he was doing his job right. ]

Showmanship gets you far in life. But yes, all jobs deserve to be done right, more so for people you actually like being around! [ He gave the man a real smile before he shifted back onto the bed, laying out to show ever inch of himself off, his own hands rubbing up from his hips, over his stomach before streching above his head. ]

[remnantremnants]

Beautiful. [Kingsley unclasped his hands to clap several times before removing his own jacket and shirt.]

I'm afraid an old man like me can't possibility compare. I can only enjoy, my darling.

[He unfastened his belt and pants, leaving them on but open as he prowled forward and covered A.P's body with his own.]

May I kiss you?

[professional_johns]

[A knock proceeded the slow, unsure entrance of a girl - short due to her ethnicity, not her age. She was definitely twenty, or nineteen at the youngest.]

You're the--? Heh-heh. [Her laugh was entirely nervous.] Wow, you're like a freshman young.

[automobilepeninsular]

[ A.P nodded slowly, a little smile over his face as he stood to greet the girl. ]

Hey, don't let the baby face fool you! [ He chuckled before he held out his hand, half bowing for the girl. ]

But it's lovely to meet you. I'm A.P, and what can i call you madam?

[professional_johns]

Well, yeah I suppose I should be glad you even have a face. Or something like that. [She laughed that nervous laugh again, but she did put her hand in his. She had the soft hands of a girl who hadn't worked or even done dishes in her life. She chewed her nails short, but they were painted nicely]

I'm Peach. You can call me Peach. I uh... Do I need to... bore you with why I'm here?