College Job

~1 Year Later~

“Order number thirty-nine!” I called out. “Order number thirty-nine!” I sighed when no one came to claim the order, so I posted the number on the board and walked over to the cash register, putting on a false smile as I greeted the next customer in line. I had gotten a job at the school’s bar, The Ratskeller, the same bar where it ALL began. I remembered sitting down at the bar, my head against the counter top, depressed for not finding a job. That was five years ago, when Bradley was alive and working here. Now I was working here to pay off my education. The pay wasn’t that good, but I still had money left over from the club, so this was kind of my spending money.

I sighed again as I posted the order to be made and headed back into the kitchen. It was winter and the heater was broken, so I kept by the stove to keep warm. I found that the best possible way to keep warm was by leaning on it. It was nice and warm and the best part was, I didn’t get burned. I just leaned my back over the side and I was able to get the warmth that was coming off the edge. I started to relax; it was a slow day and all I could do was wait for an order to be called, or if someone came to order something. My body was just starting to get warm when the head chef called out to me-

“We have someone who looks like he wants to order,” I groaned as I pushed off the grill and went back out to the cold bar counter.

“Hello,” I said, putting on another false smile for the customer. I then punched in my worker’s number and brightened my fake-ass smile. “What can I get for you today?”

“Um…can I have,” the customer started to say. I hated it when people say, “Can I have…” It’s gets on my nerves and even as a waiter at Ace, the guys would do that, but I just kept smiling as I stared out into space while the guy tried to decide on what he was going to have. “Skylar Thompson?” I heard the customer suddenly ask.

“Yes?” I asked. I wondered how he knew my name. I didn’t have a nametag on, so I didn’t know how he could’ve found out my name. I knew that I didn’t have any classes with him, so then how?

“Holy shit. It’s been a long time,” the customer gasped out, smacking his head.

“Do I know you?” I asked him slowly.

“Fuck, Sky, don’t you recognize me?”

I shook my head slowly, “No, am I suppose to?” He then snorted and pulled his black square glasses off; ruffling his hair up a bit before he brought them back up. I gasped out and was taken aback when I saw who it was. I couldn’t help but smile-for real-as I saw a face from the past. “OH MY FUCKING GOD, TROY!” I cried as I leaned over the counter to give him a hug. “You look good,” I then said, pulling out of our hug and looking him over.

“I should say the same thing,” Troy gasped out. We both laughed at the sight of each other. It had been so long, and Troy had really changed. I wanted to talk to him some more, but there was a line forming behind him, so we had to cut it short. He ordered his meal and I also put my break order in.

By the time the line that had formed behind Troy was gone, I took my break. I took Troy’s meal to him and sat with him so we could catch up and talk. “So…how’ve you been?” I asked, taking a seat across from him.

“Oh…not bad,” Troy replied. “And you?” He looked up from putting salt on his fries.

“I’m alright,” I sighed, and I started picking at my own French fries. We didn’t talk for a while after that. It had been so long since we had seen each other; we didn’t know what to talk about. “So what are you doing now?” I asked; I was halfway through my lunch now.

“I’m in business,” Troy replied. “I have my own company now.”

“What is it?”

“Advertising.”

“That’s nice. It’s good to see that you’re putting your degree to use.”

“I know,” he smiled. “And I see that you’re still in school.”

“Yep, but I’ll be graduating this June.”

“That’s nice to hear too.”

Again we came to a pause in our conversation. I sighed and crossed my arms, wondering what to talk about next. “So…how are the girls?” I asked.

“You mean Kathryn and Katie? They’re doing well. Katie is now thirteen and Kathryn is getting married,” Troy smiled and I could tell that he was happy for his friend.

“To you?” I asked, wanting to be sure that Troy didn’t go straight.

He let out a loud laugh. “No, but Kathryn has asked me to be her maid of honor.” I laughed as I clapped my hands together to congratulate him on being in the wedding. “How about you? How are you doing with Psymon? Is he still torturing you while you’re fucking?”

My face fell and so did my voice. “He…um…broke up with me,” I said softly, twirling a French fry in my hand slowly from side to side.

“WHAT!” Troy gasped, his mouth dropped open and he pounded his fist on the table. “WHEN DID YOU GUYS BREAK UP?”

“About a year ago,” I sighed, looking down at the floor.

“Oh…Sky, I’m so sorry,” He got up from where he was sitting and came and sat beside me, wrapping his arms around me like he used to. “Did you guys get in a fight or something?”

“No,” I replied. “He thought that he was the cause of my torment.”

“Torment?”

I nodded. “Yeah, you know…the gang rape, my father dishonoring me, that kind of thing.”

“Oh, but that’s a stupid thing to do.”

“I know. I know he’s not to blame for what has happened to me, but he thinks he is.”

“Fucking bastard to ever think that,” Troy sighed. “So…you haven’t gotten a real release in what? Over a year?” He then started to nuzzle his head behind my ear, making me gasp out as he bit down on my ear lobe.

“Troy…please, stop,” I begged as he started moving his bites down my neck, nibbling at my flesh. I tried to pull away as he started groping my groin, but he leaned in with me.

“Why should I?” he asked, licking my jugular vein.

“Because you still love Bradley.”

He stopped what he was doing and stared up at me. “Why do you think that?” he asked.

“Because I can tell in your actions. I’ve seen it many times when I was working at the club. I got a lot of guys who wanted to fuck to forget things, you must have gotten a few too.”

“Not that I can remember,” Troy replied. “To me a fuck was just a fuck back when I was working there.”

“Really? You never felt the guy’s thrusts?”

“Nope. I just wanted the fuck to be done and over with so I could go and fuck Bradley.”

“Well…I don’t want to sound mean or anything, but you turned into one of those guys. You’re fucking to forget. And in this case, you want to forget Bradley.”

“What! I don’t want to move on,” Troy shouted.

“I know, I don’t want to move on either. I’m sorry Troy, but I don’t feel comfortable with you hanging on me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to work.” I glanced up at the clock and saw that my break was over. Troy sighed and he scooted out of the booth so I could get out. “It was good to see you again though,” I told him, giving him a hug goodbye.

“It was good seeing you too,” Troy replied, giving me a kiss on the cheek as he hugged me tight. “Say, Sky…what are you doing tonight?” he asked me as I clocked back in to work.

“Nothing that I know of,” I replied.

“Do you want to go out tonight?”

“Like a date?”

“Kind of. More like a date between friends,” he smiled.

I sighed and thought about it for a while. I could tell he was really trying to forget Bradley as much as possible through me-no matter what he said. I knew that he also loved me back when we were dancing at Ace, we even fucked behind Bradley’s and Psymon’s back once or twice, but it was like Troy said, it was just a fuck back then, nothing more. The more I thought about Troy’s invitation tonight, the more I wanted to go. I hadn’t seen him in over a year and we had a lot of catching up to do. “Sure, I’ll go. Pick me up at eight, that’s when my shift ends.”

“Great!” Troy cried out and he waved goodbye to me. I could tell that he really wanted to kiss me, but since I was back on the clock he couldn’t. I sighed as I put on another false smile and took the next customer’s order.

Troy arrived ten minutes late. I didn’t mind, but he did. He kept on apologizing to me every three seconds, but I shut him up with a peck on the lips. He smiled and said nothing after that. I laughed silently to myself as we walked outside to his car. We smiled brightly at each other as we seated ourselves in. “What’s for dinner?” I asked.

“Italian,” Troy replied, starting the car up and pulling out of the driveway.

We kept quiet as Troy drove down the road, heading towards the restaurant. I sighed as I stared out at the passing buildings. I felt something on my hand and I glanced over to find Troy’s hand on mine. He took it in his hands and raised it to his mouth, kissing it gently. “I am really happy that you came out with me tonight,” Troy said, glancing at me a second or two before he looked back at the road. I smiled back at him weakly before glancing back at the moving scenery.

“This is weird,” I told Troy, getting out of the car and standing outside the Italian restaurant.

“It is weird isn’t it?” Troy replied, handing the keys to the valet and joining me on the sidewalk, staring up at what used to be Club Ace. “Still want to go in?”

I thought about Troy’s question as I stared at the rebuilt building. It looked more attractive from the outside, with a big sign out front with the name on it. It also had big glass windows that let the sunlight come in, something that Ace did not have. As I looked at the building, I started to get butterflies in my stomach. It felt weird to be back. After a while of not replying to Troy’s question he asked me again, shaking me from my train of thought. “Yeah. I mean, I heard they have the best Italian food in the city.” Troy smiled and pushed me towards the door, opening it for me and I found myself back inside the walls of the old building.

I gulped when I entered, seeing how much difference a few extra lights could make the room. It was so dark when the club was up and running, that I thought I had gone blind. But the room was so well lit that I saw that it was a rather big room, but all the tables and chairs filled with people made it look like it was smaller. I had noticed when I walked in, that the bar still stood in the back left hand corner. but everything else was gone. All the poles, the small cocktail tables and the stage with the catwalk on it, were gone. They even painted a mural of Venice, Italy on the walls. I was so taken aback by all of the new changes that I didn’t even notice that the hostess had already seated us. Troy had to call me over to get my attention and I ran over to the corner booth that was hiding in the darkness.

“Your server will be with you shortly,” the hostess smiled and she handed us the menus to look over.

“These are so expensive!” I said once the hostess was gone.

“You’re right,” Troy replied, looking at the cost of everything. “Do you want to just split a dish?”

“Sure…I don’t give,” I told him and left Troy to decide on the dish we were going to have.

The busboy came shortly after we sat down and gave us bread sticks and water. He was about to leave when I saw him do a double take and laugh. “Skylar and Troy,” he said out loud, recognizing us, but I didn’t recognize him. “It’s been so long. How’ve you guys been.” he smiled.

I kept quiet and let Troy do all the talking till he spoke a name out so I could talk too. “It has been a while, hasn’t it?” Troy replied. “So you’re still working in this building?”

“Yeah,” the busboy replied. “I’ve become so attached to it that I didn’t want to leave, no matter what the club has become.” When he mentioned the club, I knew that he was talking about Ace, so I started to pick out random faces that I knew back then. The more I looked at the busboy, the more I started to see a familiar face come into view.

“Oh my god!” I gasped out, recognizing the busboy now and was taken aback for a second time. “Chad!” The guy smiled and I got up and hugged him.

“Glad to see you too, Sky.”

“What happened to this place?” I asked, pulling out of our hug and sitting back down.

“It folded up about six months after you and Psymon left,” Chad replied. “Evan had gotten into some trouble at the bank-and some loan sharks. He was so much in debt that the sharks broke his legs and the bank took back the club.”

“That’s terrible!” I cried out.

“I know, everyone had to find new jobs. Most of the dancers actually went down to The Hang Out. I also heard that Kyle and Luke, and a few newer dancers were selling themselves on the streets.”

“That’s dangerous,” I heard Troy say, and I agreed with him.

“CHAD!” I heard a voice boom from behind him. Chad turned as a waiter came up to us and I saw Chad shrink. “There are water glasses that still need to be filled,” the waiter told him and Chad shrank some more.

“Yes, sir,” Chad said softly and he waved goodbye to us.

“Sorry if he was bothering you,” the waiter then said to us. “So what can I get you fellows?”

“We’ll split the spaghetti and meatballs,” Troy said, giving the waiter our order.

“And to drink?”

“I’ll have a screwdriver,” Troy said.

“And I’ll just have a Heineken. No glass, just the bottle,” The waiter then asked me for my ID and I got mad; I only had been asked a few times in my first years of age of drinking, so this was insulting to me in a way. “I hate that,” I told Troy. “I haven’t shown my ID in two years.”

“Think of it as a compliment,” Troy said. But I didn’t want to take it that way and took a big gulp out of my beer.

The place was really busy tonight for a Friday. Both Troy and I wanted to talk to Chad, but the restaurant had him on his toes all night long: serving water and giving tables more bread sticks. But that was not the half of it, the staff treated Chad badly: ordering and pushing him around like he was some sort of rag doll. There wasn’t time to talk to him. I had downed my water glass four times before he came over-the other times were different busboys.

“How are you guys doing?” Chad asked us.

I didn’t reply. I knew that if I did he would just smile at us and walk away. Instead, I asked him my own question, “Do they know you’re gay?”

“You’ve been watching me” I nodded. “Well, they do.”

“So they treat you like shit?”

“Yeah…everyone here is so anti-gay, this whole part of town has become it,” Just then our waiter brought our food and Chad excused himself before he was yelled at.

“Can we have two plates?” I asked.

“Sorry, I thought you were a couple and wanted to share one,” the waiter spat.

“We are not a couple,” I spat back.

The waiter then left, but he never came back with the extra plates, leaving us to share the plate that our dinner was served on. I didn’t mind, although I had to lean into the table to take my bites. I had to laugh at the sight of Troy, slurping up his food and leaving his face dirty with sauce. He laughed too and I knew that I was doing the same thing, so I wiped away any evidence of my food on my face. We were halfway done with our meal when we both caught the same strand of pasta. I laughed when I found we both spun the same strand; Troy laughed too and he didn’t mind. In fact, he popped his fork full of pasta in his mouth and started eating. I laughed, watching him eat and pull the pasta on my fork as well. I didn’t know what it was, the lighting, the remembrance of this place, or if it was just Troy himself but I found him intoxicating. The next thing I knew, I was eating the pasta on my fork and pulling myself closer to Troy. I moaned out as our lips touched and Troy deepened the kiss on impact, swirling his tongue around mine and waltzing it in and out of my mouth. I moaned out even louder as he swept his kisses down over my neck and sucked on the tender flesh.

“Everyone’s watching,” I breathed. My head was turned outwards towards the rest of the tables and I saw that everyone seated around us was watching us. I felt so embarrassed, even though I had made out in public before, but that was around men. These people around us didn’t support our ways, and they gave us dirty looks as we continued to kiss.

“So,” Troy breathed, licking at my neck. “Let them watch. I don’t care.”

“Neither do I,” I replied and kissed him back, moaning out more than ever before and deepened our kiss once more. I was so happy to kiss another man; it had been so long, even though it was not the one I loved. I started to run my fingers though his hair, wishing that it didn’t have to end, but it did and we parted lips as we heard a loud CRASH and saw broken dishes on the ground.

“You fucking bastard!” I heard a waiter yell out, and I saw Chad was cowering on the floor with a tray full of broken dishes and food. I tensed when I saw Chad was about to be back handed across the face, and I ran from our booth. “What the fuck?” the waiter yelled as I grabbed his arm before he could lay a hand on my friend. “Get your hands off me.”

“Only if you don’t hit him!” I yelled back and I hit him across the face, knocking him down to the floor. “Are you alright, Chad?” I then asked my friend, offering my hand.

“Yes, I’m fine,” Chad replied, and he took my hand and I helped him up. I asked if he was really okay, and he nodded and I gave him a hug.

“Fucking fags!” I heard the waiter yell out and I turned, scowling down at him, Chad joined me at my side along with Troy

“You know, I don’t think these nice people realize what this used to be,” I told my friends, staring down at the waiter.

“You’re right,” Troy replied, wrapping his arms around me and placing them inside my pants.

“Shall we tell them?” Chad asked, also wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

“Let’s,” I smirked as I placed a kiss on both my friends. “This used to be a gay whore house!” I yelled out for everyone to hear. “Where you sit, eat, and gossip is where me and my two friends-along with others-fucked and spilt their seed. I’m not surprised if our cum is still stained in the carpets.”

“You know the rooms by the kitchen are now private dining rooms?”

“They’re dining rooms now?” Troy asked Chad. “Last time I heard they were our private rooms to fuck customers in.”

“Yes, they were,” I agreed with Troy and I moaned out as he deepened his hands till he grabbed my cock. I moaned out, wanting to expose my cock, but I didn’t.

“Fuck you. Get out of here!” the waiter yelled and all three of us walked out of the restaurant, not paying the bill.

As I was exiting, I turned towards a table where an old couple was sitting. “You know, I fucked a guy right where you’re sitting.” The couple made a disgusted face and put their forks and knives down and walked out. I laughed as I joined my friends outside the building. “Where shall we go now?” I asked, taking Chad’s cigarette from him and finishing it off.

“I feel like I need to be around people who love me for who I am,” Troy said.

“Same here,” Chad replied, reaching to take back his smoke and get one last huff.

I also agreed and we all piled into Troy’s car and drove to the west part of town where I have never been. I did hear about it. I heard that it was the gay part of town where all the night clubs and bars were. When we arrived, Troy had to park on the outskirts of the Village and we had to walk the rest of the way. We laughed and joked around, passing a cigarette from one person to the other till it was out, and then we lit up another and did the same thing.

“I can’t believe that you haven’t been here before!” Chad exclaimed. “You’re missing out on all the fun.”

“I didn’t know that this place was here,” I replied. “Someone didn’t tell me.” I nudged Troy in the ribs and he pulled me under his arm.

“I told you,” Troy said, “You were just too high to remember.” He then pushed me away and we rounded the corner to find the Village.

I stared in awe as I saw the buildings all with one or more signs and flags supporting gay rights. Along the sidewalks were all kinds of races, wearing as much or as little clothing as possible. I even saw some in drag. But all looked like they were having a good time. “Welcome home,” Chad said, draping an arm around me and we set out down the walk towards the upside of the Village. I smiled as I saw a lot of guys who passed me take double takes of my looks; some even pinched and slapped my ass.

“Maybe you’ll find your next boyfriend here,” Troy said, looking around to see hot and cute looking boys of all kinds of shape and color.

“Maybe YOU will find one,” I replied and Troy sighed. “Where are we going?” I then asked, looking around as we came to a stop light.

“The Kinky Cat,” Chad said, and we crossed the street over to an alley where there was a line formed all the way around the building.

“It’ll take all night to get in,” I yelled. I had to yell, or else no one would be able to hear me over the music that was being played inside the club.

“Not if you have the right connections!” Troy yelled back and he pulled me along towards the entrance door. I couldn’t believe this, Troy must have gone to this club many times and fuck a few guys too while he was here. He stopped right outside of the big entrance door that laid opened and walked up to the bouncer who I saw was a really big black guy and looked a lot like the bouncer at the club. Troy greeted him with open arms and they kissed passionately. I wasn’t surprised though that when they parted the bouncer let all of us in. “Come on,” Troy said, pulling me along and leading me inside.

I couldn’t believe this place, it was huge and noisy. You couldn’t even move since there was so many guys dancing and fucking. I couldn’t help myself though to dance over to the bar. Chad and Troy joined me, though Troy didn’t dance over. “It’s a small fucking world, isn’t it?” I asked, the bartender. When I got over to an available space at the bar, the bartender walked up to me and I saw that it was Chris.

“Hey Sky, Troy, Chad, what brings you here?” Chris asked, setting down napkins for us.

“We needed a night of fun!” Chad yelled. “We ran into a bit of trouble at my work.”

“What kind of trouble?”

“The kind I get fired from.”

“Sucks to be you,” Chris smirked and he opened a beer for him. “What will you two have?” he asked us. “Don’t worry about paying, it’s free tonight.”

“In that case, I’ll have an apple martini,” Troy yelled and he started dancing, grinding his hips behind mine.

“I’ll just have a beer,” I told Chris and he got mine and Troy’s drinks out in a flash. “So you work here now?” I asked Chris, taking a swig of my beer.

“Work here, I own it,” Chris said, smirking.

“You do?”

“Yeah, along with one other.”

“Who?” Chris then pointed up to the DJ booth and I gasped out. “DJ!”

“Yeah. When our grandparents passed away a few months ago, they left me and DJ with a large amount of money.”

“Are you and DJ partners?” I asked, wondering what Chris meant by that.

Chris laughed. “No, we’re not partners…we’re brothers.”

“No fucking way! What other secrets were you hiding from me?”

“A lot,” Chris replied, getting a beer for another customer. “So when we got our money, we opened this club.”

“By why the name?” I asked. Chad then turned me around to face the big screen and I saw old video clips of me fucking random customers in a very unique matter.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Chris said.

“Not at all,” I told him, guzzling down my drink.

“Yello?” Chris answered the phone that rang. “Yep, it’s him. Okay.” He then handed the phone over to me, “It’s for you.” He smiled and I took the phone.

“Hello DJ,” I smiled, I knew that it was him and he screamed into the phone. “I missed you too.” We talked on the phone for a bit and I turned to wave hi to him. He waved back and did something that I thought he would never do.

“You should get up and dance for us,” he said into the phone.

“What? But…”

“Come on,” he egged me on, and I finally gave into it.

“But I have nothing to wear,” I told him.

“Not to worry,” Chris said. “Follow me.” I followed him to the GO-GO boys changing room. “You can put this on,” he told me, handing me a costume.

“This was mine,” I said, noticing that it was indeed, my costume from Ace.

“I’ve kept it, as a reminder of you. You know, you left a big dent in a lot of people at the club. We were all sad to hear what happened to you, and even Psymon.”

“What happened to Psymon?” I quickly asked.

“Nothing that I know of,” he replied, but I could tell that he was hiding something from me. “Come on, I want to see you dance for me again. I’ll wait outside for you.” He then left me to get dressed and I took a while to look at the outfit. It had been so long since I wore it that I didn’t even know if it would fit me anymore. I laughed to myself as I pulled it on, finding out that I barely fit in it. The only thing I was worried about was my pants splitting and everyone seeing my naked ass and cock-I wasn’t wearing any underwear. “You look even better than I remembered,” Chris smiled and he led me out onto the dance floor where an empty platform was. “Go do your stuff.” he yelled and he smacked my ass as he left.

I sighed as I climbed up onto the platform; a pole was centered in the middle. I bobbed my head at first, trying to get a feel for the music before I really let myself loose. By the end of the song, I was really dancing. But DJ changed the song and I gave him a look as I flipped him off, he just couldn’t resist. I laughed as a techno version of the Pink Panther Theme started to play. I didn’t really want to do my old routine again, so I just danced around, swinging on the pole from left to right. I was having so much fun, it started to bring back the old days. I even considered asking Chris if I could be one of HIS dancers, even though it wasn’t to fuck guys. As I danced, I stared down at all the guys below me and they stared back. Giving me flirtatious glances and mouthing sexy words to me. I laughed but just ignored them, knowing that it would just be a fuck rather than a romance. As I stared up and looked back into the crowd, I thought I saw a familiar face. I slowed down my dance moves to see if I could figure it out. ‘Psymon?’ my mind wondered, seeing a guy with platinum blond hair and looks just like my ex.

Then it hit me, it WAS my ex. “Psymon!” I called out, but the music was too loud and he was too far away to hear me. “Psymon!” I yelled again, hopping down off the stage. “Psymon!” I pushed through the crowd towards my love, holding back tears in my eyes, as I knew I finally found him. But, the more that I ran towards him, the more he walked farther away. “Psymon!” I yelled for the last time, I had finally caught up to him and he turned. “Oh, sorry,” I apologized, seeing that it wasn’t my love. He was too beat up and battered to be my love, his face was scarred and he sported a black eye and cigarette burns. “I thought you were…”

“Get out of here, Sky,” the guy said, his voice was deep and I could tell it was Psymon, although his looks said differently.

“PSYMON!” I cried out, reaching towards him for a hug, but he pushed me away. “What’s wrong?”

“Get out of here,” he said again, and he turned and left.

“What, Psy-,” I chased after him till I got to the edge of the crowd and I saw Satan himself. “Hello, Ace,” I said calmly.

“Hello Kitty,” he replied. He had Psymon by his lower left side sitting on a floor like a dog and he flicked his ashes into Psymon’s eyes. “I see you are now working for Chris.”

“No I’m not,” I told him. “I’m just a guest star tonight.”

“Ha,” Ace laughed.

“Can I please talk to Psymon?” I asked.

“No,” he smiled.

“Please, I’ll pay you,” I could tell that he was Psymon’s pimp again, and he had Psymon on a tighter leash than before.

“Thousand dollars.”

“I don’t have that kind of money.”

“Please, Master,” Psymon said, taking my side. I could tell that Psymon wanted to explain why he was Ace’s bitch again.

“Shut up, you piece of shit!” Ace yelled out, and he pushed a button that caused electricity to shoot through Psymon’s body.

“A hundred,” I said, trying to haggle with him.

“HA!” he laughed again.

“Three hundred.”

“Nine.”

“Four.”

“Six.”

“Five. And I want to talk to Psymon alone.”

“Deal!” Ace said and he took Psymon’s leash and tied him to a pole. “You only get five minutes though,” and I handed him the money as I took his spot.

“What that fuck happened to you?” I yelled. Psymon didn’t answer me. “Psymon, you better talk; I’ve paid to talk to you and I want to talk!” I was really mad at him for not talking, and I wished I had that button Ace had.

“Why did you come here?” Psymon asked softly, his eyes glued to the floor.

“What? You answer my question first.” He shook his head no.

“You answer first then I’ll answer.”

“Fine, I’m here because Troy and Chad brought me here.”

“They’re here too? That’s nice, tell them I said hi.”

“Now you, spill.”

“Alright,” He sat up and looked me in the eye. “When you were in the hospital I got scared for you and I ran away, thinking that it was my fault that put you there. After I left the state, I started selling myself on the streets and selling drugs too. I did six months in the state jail and became almost everyone’s bitch in there. It was awful, but I told myself that it was my punishment for what I’ve done to you. When I ran out of money, I came back here. I was going to go back to the club, but I saw it had closed down, so I started selling myself again. That’s when Ace found me again. He laughed in my face and told me that I would end up “that” way again. He then offered to take me back. At the time, I thought it would be nice and that he would treat me the same way as before, but I was wrong. Instead he treated me worse, having me sold to guys who have a weird fetish or two. He doesn’t let me sleep; he even has guys fuck me in my sleep. And whenever I get out of line or cross him, he beats me and tortures me.

“Why don’t you just run away?” I asked.

“I can’t, if I do, he said he’ll track me down and kill me.” I could tell Psymon was in hell and he couldn’t get out.

As I listened to him on what happened this past year, I grew so mad that I slapped him hard across the face.

“FUCKING BASTARD!” I cried out. “You are a fucking bastard to have ever thought that you were the cause of what my father did to me! You put me through more torture than before after you left. You might think that it was a good idea to leave, but it wasn’t. I hate you. I FUCKING HATE YOU!” I then flung myself at him. I wanted to punch his lights out, but he caught my arms and pulled me into his lap. I started to struggle with him to break free, but it was no use and I decided to give up all together and sobbed into his chest. I started to feel something wet fall on my cheeks and I looked up at my love and saw that he was crying.

“I’m so sorry,” Psymon cried out, rocking me back and forth, kissing my forehead and sobbed, “You have every right to hate me as much as possible.” He kissed me again on the head, but that was not enough for me and I pulled him closer to me. Moaning out, I deepened the kiss and plunged my tongue down his throat. I heard him moan out too, and he fought back, pushing my tongue back and flooding his own tongue into my mouth. I sobbed more into the kiss and ran a hand through his messy, dirty hair.

“Times up,” I heard Ace shout and he pulled his bitch away from me, causing me to whimper out in loss. “Now go away, this bitch is far to busy to play with a cat.”

“Wait!” Psymon called as he was being pulled away from me. I watched as Ace allowed him speak to me one last time. He sighed as he came up to me, placing a kiss on my cheek. “Please forget,” he whispered into my ear. “Please forget about me.”

“What? I can’t.”

“You must. And please, move on from me. I do not deserve you, just like you do not deserve me.”

“No…Psymon,” I sobbed, shaking my head.

“Goodbye forever, Skylar. And I hope you have a wonderful life.” He gently kissed me on the cheek again and with that Ace pulled on his leash and they disappeared into the crowd.

“PSYMON!” I yelled and I chased after him, only to lose him after five minutes. “Get me something hard and strong!” I told Chris, coming back to the bar.

“I reckon you saw Psymon,” Chris said, handing me my drink.

“He was with Ace!” I yelled, taking the glass and guzzling it down. “Another!” I told him and he gave me another drink. I wanted to forget. I didn’t want to forget Psymon altogether, just the words that he told me about how he wanted me to forget about him. I guzzled down my second drink and asked for a third.

“You said that Ace was with him?” He gave me another drink and I nodded, finishing the drink in three seconds. “Take it easy, Sky.”

“How can I take it easy when I know my love is in the hands of the Devil? Come now, another drink.”

“Fine, but this is your last one.” He then made me one more drink and passed it too me.

“How could you not tell me about him?” I asked Chris, taking my time with my fourth drink.

“I was trying to protect you.” Chris replied.

“Well, you’re all in the same boat as Psymon.” I finished my drink and felt my legs go weak.

“I think that that is enough for tonight,” Chad said, holding me up from falling. “Time to go.”

“No, one more,” I said, slurring my words. I didn’t know what Chris gave me, but it was really strong and I was now drunk.

But I was led away from the bar by both my friends and out of the club altogether. Once I was outside, I pushed away from them and walked off. I only took two steps from them when I stumbled and fell into a pile of garbage that lined the side of the alley. I groaned as I felt my body being lifted from the ground, and I saw Chad picking me up. I moaned as I brought my body closer and wrapped my arms around his neck, falling asleep in his arms.

I woke the next morning in my own bed; my head was pounding from the night before. I groaned as I rolled out of bed, groaning out even louder as my head pounded even harder. I sniffed the air and found signs of somebody else in my apartment. I moaned as I stood up and stumbled into the kitchen and smelt a strong presents of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Leaning up against the kitchen doorframe, I saw Chad standing in front of the stove.

“Are those my clothes?” I asked, trying to keep my vision steady and my head up.

“Oh, morning Sky. I hope you don’t mind. I had nothing to wear, so I rummaged through your closet this morning.” He smiled and I wondered how he could wear such a thing in the morning. He wore nothing but a white under shirt tank top and one of my black thongs.

“I don’t mind,” I told him as I made my way over to the coffee pot, where a fresh pot was brewing. “Just don’t burn the food…or your cock,” I joked and Chad laughed with me. “So, what happen last night after I passed out?” I then asked as Chad brought breakfast to the table.

“Well…we brought you back here-me and Troy- and we put you to bed.”

“Where’s Troy now?” I asked, grabbing a stack of pancakes.

“Work, but he’ll stop by tonight afterwards to see how you’re doing.”

“Did we do anything?” I asked.

“No, you just groaned, moaned, tossed and turned, and kept calling out Psymon’s name. We didn’t want to leave you last night, so we spent the night.”

“God I feel like shit. What did Chris give me last night?”

“I don’t really know the name, but I know it was a mixture of Vodka, Rum, Gin and a tablespoon of marijuana.

“Fuck…don’t let me get that drink again.”

Chad laughed. “Will do.” He smiled and we ate breakfast in silence. After breakfast, Chad cleaned up and sat back down across from me. “Do you mind if I stay here for a while, just till I find a job and a place to live?”

“What happened to your old home?”

“I lived in an empty room at the restaurant,” Chad replied. “They only made a few rooms into private dining rooms, so I took up your old room to live in.”

“So, now that you got fired, you have no where to live.” I said, finishing his sentence. “You can stay here.” I told him, and he got all excited. “But only until you find a job and a new place to live.” He thanked me and I smiled at him. “Now if you’ll excuse me. I’m going back to bed.” I then stumbled back into my room, and rolled back into my bed. Groaning as I returned to my sleep and dreams of Psymon.

I let Chad stay a little longer with me. It seemed he was in the same spot as I was years ago. He looked everywhere, but could not find a steady job to uphold. I didn’t mind though, it was nice to have someone to talk to. Though since I only had one bed, we had to share. Again I didn’t mind, but Chad sometimes slept in the nude, so it really makes it weird to sleep when he wants to spoon.

One night, after dinner and a night of watching “Heroes”, Chad and I retired for the night. It was hard to fall asleep because Chad was in another one of his moods. He had fallen asleep earlier than me and he was naked, as usual, and was all over me. I sighed as I stared up at the ceiling, thinking about what Psymon was doing. I was just thinking about how disgusting he had become, allowing himself to be sold out to guys that didn’t even love him. I grunted as my thinking was interrupted by Chad rolling over on top of me. He was too heavy and crushing my wind pipe. Groaning, I was able to push him off of me little by little and I crawled out of bed. Sighing, I lit up a cigarette and walked out onto the small balcony I had. I didn’t think as I smoked, it was too painful for me. Taking the last drag of my smoke, I heard my cell phone ring. I walked over to it quickly and saw that it was a blocked number. Sighing, I pushed it on.

“Hello?” I said.

“Hello, is this Skylar Thompson?” a woman on the other line asked me.

“Yes it is. May I help you?” I asked, wondering what this woman wanted with me.

“Hi, my name is Nancy. I am a nurse at St. Mark’s Hospital.” My heart dropped when I heard she was calling from the hospital, and the first thing I thought was that my mom was in the hospital. “We have a patient here, Mr. Psymon Kent. Um…are you part of his family?” she asked.

“No, but I do know him. Is he alright?” my heart sank even lower as I found out it was Psymon instead of my mom.

“He had been in an accident,” she told me. “Um…he’s here in the ER and has requested to see you.”

I didn’t say good-bye; I just dropped the phone and ran out the door, leaving Chad a note. I didn’t have a car anymore, I couldn’t keep up with the payments, so I ran the twenty blocks to the hospital. Around block nine, it started to rain and I arrived at the hospital drenched. Walking through the doors, some of the nurses thought that I had gotten in a car crash, but when I told them I was looking for Psymon they called for a doctor and gave me a towel. I took a seat in the waiting room and waited for the doctor. After ten minutes, I started getting impatient and I went to see what was taking so long. I had just turned out of the waiting room when I bumped into someone and fell to the floor.

“Sorry,” I heard the guy I bumped into say.

“That’s okay,” I replied, looking up at the guy and I saw that it was Dr. William Skutner. “Hello there.” I smiled, and he helped me up.

“Hi, Sky. What are you doing here?”

“A nurse called me and said Psymon was in an accident. Is he okay?”

Dr. Skutner sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Um…you better come with me,” he told me, and he led me back into the rooms of the ER. “I don’t know how to tell you this, but…Psymon was in a motorcycle accident.”

“No!”

“I’m afraid so. When they brought him in, we did all that we could do, but all we can do is wait and see what happens next.”

“No!” I gasped out. My legs went weak and Skutner had to catch me from falling. “No.” I began to sob. “How did it happen?”

“We don’t know, but the police say that his brakes were cut, and that he was speeding twice the speed limit without a helmet.”

I didn’t say anything for a moment or two; I just let the accident sink in before I couldn’t say anything. I just leaned against the wall and sobbed as I played the accident over and over in my head. “How long does he have?” I finally asked, staring up at Dr. Skutner through teary eyes.

“We don’t know, but he has requested to see you, and no one else. He’s this way, if you want to see him.”

“I do.” I told him. And he helped me to the back rooms where they performed the emergency operations to save people’s lives.

“He’s right in here,” Dr. Skutner said, pushing the door open and I slowly walked in.

I couldn’t control my tears as I saw Psymon lying on the operating table, more battered and bloody than the last time I saw him. His eyes were closed, so I didn’t know if he was already dead or not, but I smiled when I saw his chest rise slowly, and I knew he wasn’t gone yet. I sniffled to try to hold back my tears, but as I saw that he was hooked up to anything possible and I sobbed even more. He just lied there as if he was already pronounced dead. Walking up to him, I took hold of his hand and caressed it with my thumb. I watched as he heaved a giant sigh and slowly opened his right eye.

“Mmm, hi there,” Psymon breathed, giving me a small, weak smile.

“Hi, ” I sobbed back, and I leaned down and gave him a hug. “Oh, sorry,” I apologized as he groaned out.

“That’s okay; it’s going to be that last for a while.”

“Don’t say that,” I said, getting up on the cold bed with him and he pulled an arm around me. “You’re going to be okay.”

“Oh, I wish that was true,” he replied, wiping my tears away. “But I’m afraid, that this is my time.”

I sobbed as I heard those words and he wiped away my tears again. He then brought my head up and kissed me for, hopefully, not the last time. “The police said that your brakes were cut.”

“They were? Well, I knew that it wasn’t my own careless mistake.”

“What were you doing without a helmet?” I asked, hitting him in the shoulder and he grunted.

“I was running, ” he replied. “I was running away from Ace. Seeing you again made me think of how stupid I was back then. So…I ran while I was in the middle of a client. I punched his lights out and ran. Ace must have cut my brakes when I first arrived at his house.” He hissed in pain and I cried even harder. “The doctors said,” he continued, and his speech was slower then before. “That I was bleeding from the inside”

“I know, they told me,” I said. “But why me? Why would you call me at three in the morning?”

“Because,” Psymon smiled. “I wanted to say good-bye. And to also tell you that I was a fucking ass to ever leave you. And….that I love you.”

“I love you too,” I told him and I placed another kiss over his lips. I moaned as he ran his tongue around my lips and I opened for him. I moaned as I tasted his blood and I moaned out even louder as he twirled his tongue around mine. The more I continued kissing my love, the more I knew that this might be the last time that we would ever kiss. I couldn’t take it anymore and I just broke down, sobbing and lying down against Psymon’s chest. I sobbed as I listened to his heartbeat, it was faint and slow and I knew he didn’t have that much time left.

I sniffled as he started running his fingers through my hair, kissing it softly. “I’ll tell Bradley…that you and Troy said hi,” he breathed. And I looked up to see his eyes were closed.

I didn’t want him to say that, I knew that he was going to be fine. Sighing, I placed a kiss over his eye and got off the exam table so my love could rest. Stepping back into the hall, I looked back into the room and smiled. I knew that Psymon was going to live. After leaving the Trauma room, I went to go find the doctor. I was happy to find Dr. Skutlner at the nurses’ station. He gave me smile when I came up to him, and wiped away my tears.

“Is there anything else you can do to save Psymon?” I asked my friend.

Dr. Skutner sighed, “Well, we did as much as we can do but I’m afraid that he is going to die.”

“What! But…you said-”

“I know what I said, Sky. But Psymon is in need of a new Kidney. He’s on the waiting list, but I am afraid that once we find a match, it will be too late.”

I stayed silent for a moment or two. I didn’t want my friend, and lover to die so I came up with a crazy idea. “Test me then.” I told the doctor.

“What?”

“Test me to see if I am a perfict match for Psymon. And then if I am, I will give my Kidney to him.”

Dr. Skutner was shocked at what I said, but he smiled and nodded. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes.” I told him, firmly.

His smile got bigger and told me to follow him . I fowllowed him into another exam room and told me to change into a dressing gown. When I was done changing, they started the testing. I didn’t complied, I just thought and hoped that I was a match for Psymon.

~6 month later~

I sighed as I turned in my bed, dreaming of my love and changed my position. I moaned out as I started to feel soft wet kisses over my face, and then slowly to move down my naked body. I moaned out even louder as I felt something wet swirl around my nipple, I laughed as a small amount of pain shout though my body and I woke up to find my love biting down on my right nipple.

“Morning my love.” He smiled and came up to place a kiss over my lips.

I moaned out, “Morning, Psymon.” I smiled back and I deeped the kiss. He moaned out and pushed my tongue back into my mouth, causing me to gasped out and my eyes widen. He then started to travel his kisses down further, and I arch my back off the bed. “SHIT!” I yelled as I looked at the nightstand clock. I then quickly pushed Paymon off me and ran to the closet.

“What’s wrong?” Psymon asked, turning towards me and wiping the sleepers from his eyes.

“Dude, it’s Friday and I’m late for work.” It had been three months since I graduated and started my new job at Troy’s office. Though Psymon had me tied up all last night, making me sleep in late and late for work. I was just about to leave when I hard Psymon start to laugh, long and hard. “What’s so funny?” I asked him. Psymon didn’t say anything. All that he did was reach over across the bed and changed the time. “YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!” I yelled at him and I threw my briefcase at him.

“Hay, watch it! Psymon yelled back. “I’m still recovering from my surgery.”

“My ass you still recovering.” I stomped over to him and tried to punch him in the arm, but he blocked it and pulled me back into bed. “If it was for me, you’ll be six feet under. So don’t fuck me over.”

“I know. But I love you fuck you over- and over and over again.” I gasped out as he started to nibble on my ear and undo my dress pants. I didn’t want this at all after what he did to me.

“You know, sometimes I wish I hadn’t given you my Kidney.” I breathed.

“I know, but you love me too much to let me die.” He was now down at my cock, stroking and licking it like it was some ice cream cone. I moaned out again and arched my back, I really loved how he teased me. He stared up at me winked. I laughed and he started kissing his way up my chest again and placed another passionate, lustful kiss over my lips. I moaned out as we started to battle for dominance and I gasped out as he started to chew on my tongue, and started to feel his erection against my thigh.

“Please, Phymon. I want you in me.” I breathed out. He smiled down at me and position himself right at my entrance. I nodded for him to enter me and I let out a long gasped as he entered my tight ass. “God, I love you.” I moaned out, wrapping my legs and arms around me and pushing him down to my body.

“I love you too, Sky.” Psymon replied and he began to thrust long and hard into my ass, giving me kiss after kiss over my face and neck.

~End~

(A/N: I didn't really like the first ending that i created, so I created a new one and i like it better then the first.)