He's Too Nice For This

It seems there is a little confusion… Conner and Slim are NOT the same people. lol. I had not explained them in the last chapter, so confusion is all right, I suppose.

Also. I know my whole prostitution thing is unrealistic when it comes to Caden not always getting paid. I apologize. But that’s just how my story is. It makes it fluffier and cuter and makes Caden even more adorable, so whooo! If it really bothers you so much, then… don’t read I guess. I don’t really care.

Chapter 2 – Fred Meyer Adventure

Caden opened the door to his ‘home’ quietly, for he knew most of his ‘coworkers’ would be fast asleep when he came in. Even when they didn’t work all night, they tended to stay up all night regardless. Caden wondered why they did that, because whenever he had a night off, he was so exhausted he could barely move, let alone stay up partying or whatever.

One member of The Den did not seem to be asleep though. Caden had only walked a few steps through the door when a hand came from behind and clasped his shoulder and a dark “Good morning,” was muttered into his ear. Caden gulped as he realized that the man who was greeting him was none other than Conner. Conner, with his beautiful brown hair, plump lips, and perfectly toned abs. Conner, with his permanently cocked eyebrow, impeccably shaped nose, and skin that was just tan enough. Conner, with that twinkle in his eye that enchanted everyone except for Caden, who Conner fixed with steely glares that haunted Caden’s nightmares on a daily basis. Caden wasn’t very fond of the guy, needless to say.

“H-hello Conner,” Caden whispered. There were sleeping bodies all over the floor, and Caden was in no hurry to wake anyone up. His companions tended to dislike him; they thought he was a goody two-shoes. If he did even the slightest thing wrong, they tended to treat him like he’d just made the biggest mistake of his life, by ganging up on him and taunting him mercilessly.

“Let’s have a little talk in the bathroom,” Conner muttered, and without waiting for an answer, he steered the shorter prostitute into the cramped restroom. If there was one thing Caden could honestly say he disliked about The Den, it was the fact that the only bathroom was gifted with a very limited amount of space, and it was there to serve six other men besides Caden.

Caden did not fight back against his fellow whore, for Conner was stronger, meaner, tougher, and all out better at everything when it came to conflict. Not to mention, if they got into a squabble and woke everyone up, Caden would be blamed, while Conner would be glorified.

Conner shut the door of the bathroom and locked it, then turned to Caden with a vicious glare. “How much money did you bring back, Katie?” Caden hated the nickname, but his name, being pronounced Kay-den, did sound an awful lot like Katie.

“Fi- four hundred,” Caden replied.

“Give it to me.”

“W-what? I need to give it to Slim today, when he comes by and collects my earnings!”

Conner leaned in closer and put his face much too Caden’s for comfort. “I didn’t bring enough back the night before, so Slim gave me an extra night to come up with money.”

“Then why don’t you have any?” Caden asked. He immediately regretted the impudent question when Conner growled and pulled ferociously on Caden’s hair.

“Look here, you stupid brat! I didn’t find anyone last night, and I need that four hundred dollars more than you do!”

Caden wanted very much to disagree. Conner was Slim’s favorite. Conner had actually gotten away with giving Slim sexual favors instead of money, and Caden was sure Conner could do it again. However, Caden would get himself beat up if he refused Conner the money, and if Conner beat him up and searched Caden for the money, he’d find that Caden had LIED. He’d find the extra hundred. Then Caden would be beaten up even more.

“H-here you go,” Caden muttered, pulling out the four hundred-dollar bills. He handed them over mournfully, not even wanting to imagine what Slim might do when he came by and found Caden with no money. “A-are you sure we can’t just split it? You take two and I take two?”

“Not a chance on your life, Katie.”

“P-please?”

Conner slapped Caden across the face. “Stop being so fucking rude. We’re brothers here; we help each other out when the other brothers need it.”

Caden would have very much liked to say that Conner had done nothing but torment him since the day Slim had picked him up off of the streets, and hadn’t helped Caden once when Caden needed it. But Caden kept his mouth shut. He’d rather get away with a few less bruises. Maybe he could make up some lie… say he found the one hundred between now and when Slim came.

Conner exited the bathroom, after pocketing the four hundred triumphantly. Caden stared at his shoes, feeling somewhat sick to his stomach.

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Caden didn’t end up thinking of a lie, so Slim took him out behind The Den and beat the shit out of him.

Conner had been rewarded for the massive amount of money he’d brought in by getting the next two nights off.

The next day, Caden ended up giving the hundred dollars that he’d saved to Slim, because yet again, he’d been stood up by his client.

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Wednesdays were Caden’s off nights.

Off nights were The Crew’s favorite nights of the week. It meant that they weren’t required to bring in any amount of money to Slim, and that they could go out and party, or just spend the night catching up on sleep. Janice (transvestite) liked to hit the casino. Conner was more into going to the clubs and finding males that he could fuck, so that he didn’t have to get fucked. Caden’s favorite Crew member, Ashton, spent the nights reading and doing homework. He was in college.

All the other members of The Crew got two nights a week off. And they were allowed to stay at The Den if they wanted to. Caden wasn’t allowed to stay there, though. He had to spend the night somewhere else, for ‘health reasons…’ (Although really, the rest of The Crew had just posed complaints about Caden’s fidelity, and had asked politely that he not be allowed to be in their large room if the rest of The Crew were not.)

Caden tended to spend the nights wandering the streets with his hands in his pockets, trying to catch a glimpse of a star every once in a while. He’d been raped a couple of times on his off nights, but he’d learned that his pain was so pointless to anyone else that he shouldn’t cry about it anymore. So he didn’t cry. Anyways, he was raped on normal nights too. He just was paid for it those times. And honestly, being paid to be raped was a little less dignifying.

Tonight was Wednesday night, so at eight o’ clock sharp, The Den was cleared out. Caden looked back at his miserable little corner of the room, wishing he could stay. He wanted to sleep. Scratch that, he wanted to sleep when there wasn’t anyone else in the room who hated him and pulled pranks on him while he was conked out. He wasn’t a thief. He was the furthest from a thief. But they didn’t believe him. No one ever did, and probably, no one ever would.

So Caden went out, by himself, and wandered.

Well, he wandered for a little while. But around nine o’ clock found him in a Fred Meyer, open 24 hours, and fast asleep on one of the lawn chairs. He was just too damn exhausted to stay up all night again, so he flopped down and let himself drift into a fitful, uncomfortable sleep.

He was woken around a half hour later by a Fred Meyer employee. “Hey, kid, you can’t sleep here,” the guy said to him.

Caden looked up at his sleep-killer and was immediately put into his place, just from the size of the man. He was probably six foot four, and had muscles bulging even through his uniform. Not to mention, he was a dark skinned man, and though Caden didn’t pride himself on stereotypes, he had to admit that a six foot four, muscular, angry-at-Caden black man was not someone Caden wanted to get on the bad side of.

“S-sorry, I’ll leave,” Caden said meekly, hoping to avoid trouble.

“I can’t just let you leave,” the black guy said.

“I promise I won’t do it again!”

The man appeared to contemplate for a few seconds, then said to Caden, “If you do me one favor, I won’t report you to the manager.”

Caden didn’t really like where this was going. “Er… you don’t mean…”

And then Caden found himself being dragged by his arm across the tile, towards the back of the store, where there was presumably some sort of storage room... Caden was almost disgusted with himself, but then came to the conclusion that he'd been through worse. Down the aisles the two went, Caden feeling shitty but glad that he wasn't going to have to pay any sort of fine for sleeping in the store. If only I wasn't so lame, then maybe this wouldn't be happening. It's my fault anyways, for being... alive...

"Caden?" a voice said all of a sudden, drawing Caden out of his miserable reflection on his life. Caden’s chin jerked up and he was more than surprised to see him, the sex god, the man who’d paid him five hundred dollars for a fantastic fuck, the man who had said he was sorry for violating a prostitute. It was Vince. Caden looked down at where his forearm was being gripped so tightly and felt a surge of shame. I am such a whore.

The employee holding Caden hostage appeared somewhat worried. "Do you know this guy?" the black man asked Caden lowly.

Caden almost said no, just out of fear of what Vince would say to him if he said yes, as if he was really close with Vince or something. But when Caden reevaluated his situation, he realized that it was probably a lot smarter to settle for being bitched out than to let himself be raped. "Yeah, I do," Caden replied softly. He hoped that Vince wouldn't be too angry with him...

The employee roughly released Caden and then stalked off, looking pissed. Caden casually rubbed the arm that the man had imprisoned, not really liking the fact that it hurt so much. But I can deal with it.

"Are... are you alright?" Vince asked worriedly. "What was that guy doing?!"

Caden nibbled his bottom lip anxiously. He was a whore, but admitting it openly to such a sex god was completely embarrassing and not something he wanted to do anytime soon. "N-nothing," Caden settled on replying.

"That didn't really look like nothing to me," Vince said back.

"It... he was just... it was honestly nothing to worry about..." Caden couldn't form the words of what the man had been going to do to him.

"Was he going to...?" Vince let the sentence trail off ominously, but Caden knew exactly what the sex god meant. Caden just nodded sheepishly, hoping that Vince wouldn't be too disgusted with him. He's probably worried that I gave him diseases... God, I hope I haven't!

"Was it for... for pay?" Vince asked.

Caden shook his head, and stared off at the ground behind Vince. "It was... f-for him not to turn me in for falling asleep in one of the chairs over there," Caden whispered.

And then Vince seemed to get it, because he said, "Do you have nowhere to sleep tonight!?"

Caden's eyes shot up. "Oh, no, I'll find somewhere! It's just my off night, and, uhm..." Caden didn't know how he was supposed to explain that he couldn't live in his own house because he was a retard without actually admitting how much of a retard he was.

"Do you want to stay at my place? It's the least I can do after... well, you know. And I promise I won't try anything funny with you," Vince added quickly after seeing the surprised look on the other's face. "It's not worth the guilt, no matter how sexy you are."

Sexy?

Caden blushed, and then shook his head. "No, I'm not really... though you know you don't really have anything to be guilty about," Caden whispered. "It happens all the time..."

"That doesn't give me any right to violate you like that," Vince replied. "I can't believe myself. I let my hormones get in the way... but I promise it won't happen again. You can stay the night, and I'll make you some food, and then you can sleep on one of my couches. Does that sound good?"

Caden couldn't really believe what he was hearing. A guy who DIDN'T want to have sex with him? Not that Caden thought he was utterly desirable or anything, but when a guy is presented with sex, especially as easy sex as Caden knew he was, they tended to jump at the chance. Every. Single. Time. Caden was just too darn easy to take advantage of... no matter how hard Caden tried, he managed to get himself duped by so many of his clients, because there were too few honorable ones left. Caden knew he was getting into a terrible situation with Vince – Vince had had sex with him before, so it was inevitable that they’d probably end up having sex again. Vince had paid him five hundred dollars before, so it was inevitable that he wouldn’t receive any cash this time. Caden knew he was being stupid, to even associate himself with a former customer.

But Caden said yes.

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Hey, sorry I haven't updated for a while. I just update when I feel like it, and I guess I haven't felt like writing this story for a while... meh. I haven't quit it or anything though. So. Review or something...