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You're the best that ever happened to me 2a/?
(Anonymous) 2011-11-19 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)“Look”, Arcade said. “I’m not here because I want to but to do a friend a favour who thought I’d need this. Let’s just not get ahead of ourselves, I’ll be out of here in a couple of minutes and you’ll have your pay and can... whatever. Sit down and have a smoke. Although honestly, those are bad for you.”
“You’re not doing me a favour with fucking off after a couple of minutes, handsome”, the prostitute said slowly. “That’d surely ruin my reputation.”
Arcade rolled his eyes in helpless desperation.
“Come on, sit down”, the prostitute said and gestured to the bed as that was the only seating there was. “And don’t worry, I won’t descend down on your precious jewels like a deathclaw on a fresh kill if you don’t want me to.”
Arcade managed to force a twisted smile onto his face, but sat down. The prostitute in turn kicked off his boots and climbed onto the bed to sit behind him. “You seem awfully tense”, he said. “My name’s Jimmy, by the way. Don’t have to tell me yours, tough. Let me do something for you. Please?”
“As long as I don’t have to make improper noises to preserve your... reputation”, Arcade replied, already capitulating to the situation.
Jimmy chuckled softly. “Only if you feel like it.” With that he pushed the lab coat down from Arcade’s shoulders and, after settling in a comfortable position, closed his slender fingers around Arcade’s shoulders and began to gently knead the tense muscles there.
After a few moments, Arcade began to relax and sighed. “This feels good, to be honest. I didn’t know that this would be part of the repertoire of a... uhm... professional...”
“Whore”, Jimmy finished for him. “You can say it, you know. It doesn’t come as a surprise.”
“It does come as a surprise to me, sitting here, I mean. With you.”
Jimmy chuckled again. “You don’t usually utilize professionals?”
“No.” Arcade realised that the answer had been spoken rather sharply and took a breath. “No offence meant, of course. It’s just... paying for something like sex... it rubs me wrong.”
Jimmy rubbed his thumbs up and down Arcade’s neck, eliciting a deep sigh of pleasure from the doctor. “You’re the first man I’ve met that has these strange kinds of scruples.”
“Men with these scruples wouldn’t come here in the first place.”
At that, Jimmy had to laugh and Arcade discovered that he had a very pleasant laugh, not the high-pitched cackle as he seemed to have expected, somehow. “True. Oh how very true. And I gather you won’t let your curiosity get the better of you, either.”
“Curiosity?” Arcade twisted his head to look at Jimmy, a task made easier as Jimmy looked around his head to look down at Arcade. “I’ve been sleeping with men for slightly more than fifteen years now. I doubt there’s anything I could be curious about anymore.”
“Huh... I tend to forget that things like these are legal among you pr... Freeside People.”
Arcade noticed him stiffen at that, ever so slightly and only for a second, but his medical observance skills kicked in and several alarms went off in his head. He twisted his head a little more. “What was that? What did you mean to say instead of Freeside people?” It occurred to him first after he had spoken that he might have chosen a more tactful, diplomatic approach to that as Jimmy went grey in the face despite his dark skin and shook his head.
“Nothing, sir, really. It was just... just jumbled letters, really.” Yet at the same time he didn’t look at Arcade anymore and the way he shrank back against the wall made a dark, unpleasant suspicion rise in Arcade.
You're the best that ever happened to me 2b/?
(Anonymous) 2011-11-19 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)Jimmy swallowed and looked up again, his eyes wide with fear. “Please”, he whispered. “Please don’t...”
“Hey”, Arcade said as gently as he could, lifting a hand as if offering peace. “Hey, easy there. No, of course I won’t give you away. Understand? Relax, please.”
Staring at him wide-eyed, Jimmy nodded, but didn’t seem any more relaxed.
“Listen”, Arcade said. “If no one knows this yet around here, they won’t learn it from me, I swear.”
Nodding again Jimmy began to relax somewhat. “Thanks”, he whispered hoarsely.
“Now... if I may ask, how did you end up here in Westside?”
“Ended up here after I fled”, he replied with a shrug. “I thought being free of the Legion would... I don’t know. But I couldn’t figure out how to be... you know. I almost starved and here at least I have a roof and a bed and food.”
Arcade shifted his position so he could stop squinting at Jimmy over his shoulder. “You’re not forced into prostitution, are you?”
Jimmy shook his head. “No. But... there’s no need to, really. Where should I go? I’d be dead as soon as I leave.”
“No.” Arcade shook his head and on an impulse, took Jimmy’s hand. “No, there’s people out here who can help you. Freely. Honestly. Have you ever heard of the Followers of the Apocalypse?”
Jimmy nodded, but he seemed oddly unconvinced. And when Arcade looked into his eyes at that moment, those beautiful, big, brown eyes, he realised that he wasn’t looking at a puppy but at a deeply wounded soul who had given up on all hope for himself and his life. A strange pain suddenly constricted his chest and he couldn’t get rid of the lump in his throat no matter how hard he swallowed. “Come with me”, he said and could see Jimmy’s eyes glass over with tears. “We help you. I’m a Follower, too. We can help you be free.”
Jimmy seemed to want to believe, desperately want to believe, but still shook his head. “Sarah would never let me go like that.”
“She’ll have no choice”, Arcade said darkly, squeezing Jimmy’s hand harder. “You’re no slave and she has no right to hold you here against your will. We’ll help you, don’t be afraid.”
At that, the tears did come and Jimmy wiped his free hand angrily across his eyes. “I... I don’t know what...”
“Easy now”, Arcade said, surprised at himself. He had never before talked like this. “This may be a bit much to swallow at first, but believe me. You’ll have help, we provide for you and help you learn to provide for yourself. We find a place for you.”
Jimmy wiped his eyes again, overcome by a thunderstorm of emotions; relief, fear, and something that made his heart thunder in his chest and that had to be hope at the prospect of finally being free all washed over him and made it hard to breathe. When he looked up again at the tall, blonde, handsome stranger and found him smiling he could hardly suppress a sob. “She made me... she wanted me to do girls, too”, he said in a choked whisper. “But I... I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. So at least I got only the men, but... please... I don’t want to do this anymore.”
“You won’t have to”, Arcade said gently and giving in to another impulse, placed a hand on Jimmy’s shoulder. “Come. Let’s get out of here.”
You're the best that ever happened to me 2c/?
(Anonymous) 2011-11-19 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)“And where do you think you’re going, Jimmy boy?”
Jimmy was practically paralyzed, so Arcade decided to do the talking. “He’s leaving your... employment.”
Pretty Sarah laughed harshly. “Just like that? I don’t fucking think so.”
A strange urge of protectiveness surged through Arcade at the way Jimmy’s shoulder began to tremble under his hand and stepping in front of him, between Jimmy and Sarah, he glared at the pimp with barely concealed anger. “He is no slave”, Arcade said. “And if he wants to leave, you’d better let him.”
“Or else?” Sarah asked, sounding terminally bored. Her eyes, however, glittered with anger as well.
At that moment Stella and Veronica rounded the corner. Their chuckling and giggling had died off some moments before, when they had heard Arcade speak and they both cast only a short glance at Arcade and then glared at Sarah, Stella with her arms hanging loosely but her hand dangling beside her SMG and Veronica with crossed arms, tapping the fingers of her left hand on the metal of her displacer glove.
Sarah recognised superior fire power when she saw it and snorted angrily. “What about the loss of income?”
“You’ll have less upkeep to pay”, Arcade snapped back.
“Get the fuck out of here”, Sarah snarled, and Arcade spun around, closed both his hands around Jimmy’s shoulders and shoved him rather unceremoniously out of the door.
Re: You're the best that ever happened to me 2c/?
(Anonymous) 2011-11-20 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)Re: You're the best that ever happened to me 2c/?
(Anonymous) 2011-11-21 12:58 am (UTC)(link)