[Open for business | Leo and Aydin]
May. 14th, 2017 08:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fluctuationfeelsThey had their own spot. It changed up every so often, depending on how many cops were around or how many street walkers there were on any given night.
Leo and Aydin were there most every night. They had to be there. If they weren't they might miss out on the one in ten men who actually threw down some cash for their time.
Leo leaned against a wall that he favoured every Friday night. There were a couple of other white twinks there too, sticking their asses out and puckering their lips trying to score attention. What drew people to Leo was usually the fact that he didn’t want that attention half as much as the others. He needed it, because he needed the money to pay his rent, bills and feed his smoking habit. But want it? No. He would never want it, despite what he told his customers.
He light up another cigarette and sighed out a slow stream of smoke into the night air. At least it was a warm one. He wasn’t out on his ass in the cold like some down and out loser. Not yet anyway.
“S’real slow tonight.” He commented, offering Aydin a cigarette.
Leo and Aydin were there most every night. They had to be there. If they weren't they might miss out on the one in ten men who actually threw down some cash for their time.
Leo leaned against a wall that he favoured every Friday night. There were a couple of other white twinks there too, sticking their asses out and puckering their lips trying to score attention. What drew people to Leo was usually the fact that he didn’t want that attention half as much as the others. He needed it, because he needed the money to pay his rent, bills and feed his smoking habit. But want it? No. He would never want it, despite what he told his customers.
He light up another cigarette and sighed out a slow stream of smoke into the night air. At least it was a warm one. He wasn’t out on his ass in the cold like some down and out loser. Not yet anyway.
“S’real slow tonight.” He commented, offering Aydin a cigarette.
