Love For Sale

I sighed as I walked down the street. In the distance, I could hear the church bell strike nine o’ clock. It was a clear night in fall, and I glanced up at the moon, which was in its full phase. I had been walking aimlessly for the last hour, hoping that I would get someone to offer me to be his partner for tonight. It was cold out, but I didn’t care, I just sucked on my cigarette to keep me warm. I took the last few huffs from my stick before I tossed it to the ground and lit up another, and inhaled a long drag. I held it for a few seconds in my lungs before I exhaled, and then took another and another. When I started my new cancer stick, a sudden chill came over me and I began laughing hysterically. It only lasted a few seconds, but to me it seemed like minutes. I took a few more deep huffs once my laughing stopped, and a shiver ran down my spine. I wasn’t cold or anything, since I had my only jacket on, but it was from my recent episode with a small amount of cocaine that I snorted before I walked out of the brothel. I finished my third cigarette that night as I rounded a corner, and I smiled to myself when I saw I wasn’t the only one working tonight. A few of the other guys from the brothel were standing across the street, most of them huddled under an awning while others were making deals from a few cars that came by for a quick job or fuck before they went home. I stopped and leaned up against a building and watched my co-workers strike deals with the men in the cars. The street wasn’t one of the busiest, but we still got a job or two every night that we worked and most of the guys from the home worked here.

I continued to watch everyone for a few more minutes before I decided I should leave. I flicked my cigarette to the ground as I pushed off the building and I crossed the street and rounded a second corner, my street. I lit up another cig when I arrived and sighed after my first huff and I leaned up against the building. True I didn’t hang out with the rest of the hookers and whores from the next street over, but that was because I didn’t like it. I used to hang out with them, but I found that I would not get as much ass or income as I was getting now. So, I went over one block, and I am now getting more ass then those other guys. Waiting for a car to come, I looked up to the midnight blue sky and wondered what everyone else in the world was doing. I closed my eyes as a cold breeze swept by me and I tried to relax, but I couldn’t. My eyes shot open and I held my breath as I heard trashcans fall from the alley next to me. After the loud crash, I could hear footsteps, and they sounded like they were coming this way. They were getting closer and I could now see a faint light getting brighter as it came closer. I sighed as I leaned up against the brick wall again when I knew who it was and I lit up my last cigarette that was in the box.

When the only sound on the empty street
was the heavy tread of the heavy feet
that belonged to a lonesome cop
I open shop


“Evening Officer Rose.” I smiled devilishly as a policeman came out of the alley. “Trying to scare the shit out of me?”

“Hello, Kyle.” Office George Rose replied, turning off his flashlight and putting it back on his belt. “Working the streets again I see. And late too, that is unusual of you.”

I shrugged and took a deep breath of nicotine. “You know I work every night.”

“But I haven’t seen you for a while. Working at the brothel?” I nodded.

Officer Rose worked this part of town during the night, and he was one of the nicest officers that was on the force. Most of the officers would chase us off, or arrest us if we resisted to move, but not Rose. He knew that we needed to work to make a living, so he allowed us to stay on the streets. The only time he would ask us to leave was when we hadn’t had a customer in over two hours. Luckily, he never asked us to move because we always had a client wanting to fuck. My smile brightened as I took a drag and Rose smiled back. Officer Rose wasn’t gay, but he did like to flirt with us, and once in a while he would stand and chat with us. A lot of the guys on the corner would hit on him, but he declined nicely and told them that he was happily married. The hookers didn’t care for his family life though, they only cared about fucking him. Even I dreamt about blowing him too every now and again. I sighed and looked up at the sky. Clouds were now rolling in and it looked liked rain. I knew before I wasn’t going to get a lot of customers tonight, but now I knew I wasn’t going to get any at all. I had found out, in past experiences that no one wanted to fuck a hooker on rainy nights. I looked back to Officer Rose and the fantasy I had of him and me came flooding into my mind. I had fantasized we were doing it everywhere, but this time it was the back of his police car. I had only my socks on, along with Officer Rose’s police hat, while Rose had nothing on and was fucking me raw. I moaned to myself as I imagined things starting to heat up, and imagined that the windows were fogging up by our own bodies rubbing against each other as he fucked me long and hard. The more I thought about my fantasy, the more I started to get hot, and I couldn’t take any more.

“So…” I sighed, dropping my cigarette and crushing it with the heel, “Care for a sample tonight? I smirked.

“You know that I don’t swing that way.” Rose said, half chuckling.

“I know.” I replied. “But it’s only a sample, we don’t have to fuck.”

“Then what would we do?” he asked.

I smiled as I heard a slight tone of want in his voice and told him, “It would be just a blowjob.” My smirk got bigger and I stepped closer to him. He said nothing as I continued walking towards him, and I dropped my arms around his shoulders loosely.

“It’s tempting.” He smiled back, chuckling a bit more.

“Really?” I asked calmly, a tone of seduction in my voice.
On the outside I was cool and calm, but on the inside I was screaming with joy. I was surprised that he was thinking of getting a blowjob from another guy. The more I thought about it, I figured that he wasn’t getting any at home anymore, or his curiosity finally caught up with him. I loved the straight guys, especially the married ones. They always fucked the same woman every night and no one else. However, when things start to go south in their marriage, or they start to get bored with their wives, they would come flocking to the brothel or drive off with the first man-whore they saw on the street. It was also the married guys who knew how to fuck just right.

“Yeah, but I’m on duty.”

I was really surprised now; he really wanted me suck him off. I could tell just by the tone in his voice. I smirked and pressed my body up against his, slowly grinding my hips against his I needed to seduce him more, and I knew just how to do it. My smirk widened, and I changed my voice so it sounded softer, and I lightly danced my middle finger up and down the back of his neck. “So? It’s not like you’re on call for a high speed chase, or a robbery. Your duty is to protect the man sluts on this part of town, and keep them in line. Besides…I know you want it.” and I slowly pushed his mouth over mine in a long, lustful kiss. I smiled when he didn’t pull away, and I decided to take him into the shadows to finish his sample platter. I slowly pulled away and saw his face was calm, but I could tell he was a little nervous. I gave him a reassuring smile, which slowly tuned into a smirk and took his hand, leading him back into the alley where he came out from.

The moon so long has been gazing down
on the warward ways of this wayward town
my smile becomes a smirk, I go to work

I lead Rose a quarter of a way into the alley and pushed him lightly against the building’s wall. I smiled brightly at him, and he slowly curled his lips into grin I snickered and slowly made leaned into him. I wanted him to have some time to think about what he was doing. He was a married man, and he was now going to let another man suck him off. If he was going to back out, I wanted him to do so now before I started. Luckily, he didn’t say a word, and our lips touched in a sweet kiss. I stifled a moan as I held the kiss, but I couldn’t control myself and I slowly let it out as I deepened the kiss. I moaned louder as I smashed my face against Rose’s and ran both my hands through his hair, knocking off the policeman’s hat. I was afraid to deepen the kiss anymore, but I could feel the bulge in his pants starting to get bigger, so I changed my mind. I smiled and knew that I could try to deepen our situation, and I pressed my body against his harder as I slid my tongue around his lips. I got scared when he didn’t open, and I was going to detach myself from him, but he softly moaned and opened.

I was shocked that he opened, but I didn’t have time to think about his actions and quickly filled his mouth before he had second thoughts. We both moaned as I swirled my tongue around his, and he began to push my tongue back and fought for the right to be alpha male. I smiled through the kiss and fought back and quickly took my lead back. But Rose proved to be more powerful over me and I found that I was now up against the wall. I laughed and pushed the officer off me so that he was pinned against the wall again. Before he could switch places with me again, I pinned his arms over his head and moved my mouth over his jaw line. He moaned as I traveled my kisses up towards his ear and sucked and nibbled on it. He arched his back off the wall when I began trailing the path I took back down his face. I bypassed his mouth and when I reached it, and I took a nice long lick of his neck. I heard him gasp as I softly blew on the wet spot I made and I chuckled under my breath.

“You seem to be liking this.” I grinned, moving my hands around his waist and pulling his uniform out of his pants. He laughed nervously and gasped again as I slid my cold hands up under his shirt. “Getting excited too I see.” I laughed lightly, feeling his dick twitch against me. “Let’s see how hard you can really get, shall we?” and I began kissing my way down the outside of his uniform.

Love for sale
appetizing young love for sale
love thats fresh and still unspoiled
love thats only slightly soiled
love for sale

I laughed lightly as I looked up for a moment, and saw his face was twisted with nothing but pleasure and a little bit of nervousness. I kissed his belt buckle and saw a good size bulge in his pants. I laid my fingers over it, and it slightly under over them. That alone made me want to tear his pants off and suck on his cock. I was just as hard as Rose was, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I savagely attacked the outside of his pants with my mouth and unbuckled his belt as I sucked on the outside of his groin. His legs buckled as I sucked on him from the outside, and he filled his hands with my hair. Once I got his belt undone and unzipped his pants, they fell down and landed around his ankles and I was able to see they bulge clearer. I hesitated a little before I pulled his underwear down, but I managed to hook my fingers in the waistband. I had just started to pull the only cloth that stood in my way from his cock when a voice came over his walkie-talkie. Rose reacted franticly to the call, and just as quickly pulled his pants back up, and I was knocked to the ground. I frowned up at the officer as he responded to the call, and he helped me back up to my feet. I was so close to getting my dream to come true, but it was all ruined with one radio call. I felt, now, that I wasn’t going to get Rose into bed with me.

“Sorry, Kyle.” Rose said, disappointingly. I could tell that he didn’t want to respond to the call, but he had to---it was his duty.

“It’s okay.” I sighed, more disappointing than he was.

“Hay, maybe next time.” He said reassuringly, tilting my head up. He smiled at me sweetly, causing me to smile back at him. He gave me a kiss on the check before he left, and I watched him hurry back down towards the mouth of the alley. He disappeared around the corner after that, leaving me alone with an erection and much disappointment.

I slumped into my bed when I got back home to the brothel; it was around three in the morning. When I arrived, the door bell rang to signal that there was a client who wanted our services tonight, but I didn’t go down. My one dream of blowing officer George Rose went down the drain tonight. I felt like quitting my profession and just live on the streets. I was so tired of what I did, working the streets to get a lay for a lousy hundred dollars. I felt like every time I was being fucked, I was striving for a never ending dream that I could not reach. I sighed as I thought about tonight, and I felt another erection forming. I groaned and rolled over to my side. I didn’t need this, not at all. I was too depressed and I got up to take a cold shower to get rid of it. I felt a bit better once I was under the cold water, but before my erection could go down, there was a knock at the door. I groaned and turned off the water as I stepped out. While stepping out, the door swung open and my friend, Chad standing in the doorframe.

“What do you what?” I asked, kind of annoyed with him interrupting me.

“Sorry, Kyle.” Chad replied, and I could feel him looking me over with his eyes. “Tough night?” I didn’t reply, I just walked over to the towel rack and wrapped a towel over my waist. “Guess so. Anyways, Mr. Kris wants to see you.”

“Me? why?”

“He says you have a client waiting for you” he smiled, and he turned back around and exited my room.

I rolled my eyes as I heard the door shut behind Chad, and I followed him soon after. I wasn’t in the mood for another fuck tonight; I was still getting over my recent trajectory. But I went down to see who it was and to let him down gently that I wasn’t seeing anyone tonight. However, as I walked down the hall, my towel still wrapped around my waist, I couldn’t help to wonder who it was that asked for me at three in the morning.

Who will buy
who would like to sample my supply
who's prepared to pay the price
for a trip to paradise
love for sale

Winding my way down the three flights of stairs I thought it wasn’t all that bad. I smiled to myself thinking of the nasty things this client could do to me, and laughed. I jumped the last two steps and jogged the few steps before I reached the lobby. When I did, I saw the owner of the brothel standing behind the front. He smiled at me, and I smiled back. There was a blind corner in the room, which masked the clients from us, so I couldn’t see who it was but I really wanted to know.

“Kyle.” Kris smiled brighten, and he nodded.

“Mr. Kris.” I smiled back. “Chad said you had a client waiting for me.”

“Yes.” he lowered his head, a smile still plastered on his face. “I usually don’t allow customers at this time of night, but he says he knows you.”

I gave Kris a questionable look and slowly walked forward to see who it was. The customer slowly came into view as I stepped forward, and a wide grin spread across my face. I wanted to jump into his arms once I saw him, but I restrained myself and slowly walked over to him. “Hello.” I said to him, kind of embarrassed for him that he was here.

“Hello.” George Rose replied back, staring me right in the eye. He was out of his policemen’s uniform, so I knew he was off the clock.

We stayed in the lobby for the next few minutes, not saying a word to each other and not moving at all. It was Kris who got us to move, and I lead Rose towards the stairs. “I thought I wasn’t going to see you again.” I told him, climbing the stairs back to my room.

“Well, to be honest, what you did to me made me want more.”

“Really?” I asked, shocked. But I knew that once I had a man in my grasp, he would come begging me for more. I laughed, but reality quickly set in, and my smile faded. I knew that he would be crawling to me every time he wanted to fuck, but I didn’t know how long he was going to be coming back to me. I knew that this was only a phase, and he---like all the other men in my life---would leave me

let the poets pipe of love
in their childish ways
I know every type of love
better far than they
if you want the thrill of love
I've been through the mill of love
old love new love every love but true love

I slowed my pace when I reached my floor, and the reality sank deeper into my heart, making it heavy and ache. I knew that this would only last a little while, but I didn’t care now. All that I wanted out of this was a good fuck with the man that I love. Thinking about the truth, I forgot everything around me and I didn’t even see George hugging his body behind me. It wasn’t until he placed a kiss over my cheek that I realized he was hugging me, and I kissed him back.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, noticing that I was in a daze.

“Nothing.” I replied, and I opened my bedroom door and lead him in.

“How much do you pay for your services?” He asked quickly, getting down to business.

I chuckled lightly, and walked slowly towards him. “I usually charge a hundred for a fuck. But for you…fifty.”

“Fifty? That sounds reasonable. But I won’t pay that price.”

“Well that is what I am giving you. Take it or leave it.” I started to undo his belt again, knowing he was going to take the deal.

“I won’t pay that.” He said again.

“Then how much are you willing to pay?” I asked, unzipping his jeans.

“The full price.”

I smirked and pulled his jeans down, finally getting him out of his underwear. “Fine. I’ll accept it.” I replied, but I felt kind of bad taking the man I love’s money.

“Great. Shall we get started then?” He smiled, and he picked me up and carried me to the queen size bed I had. I gasped as he lifted me off the ground, but laughed as he threw me playfully onto my bed. He laughed too, and pulled his jeans and underwear off around his ankles before he slipped into bed with me. I tossed the towel around me to the ground, and beckoned for him to join me. He made a glowing noise deep in his throat as I beckoned him to me, and he jumped into bed with me, causing me to gasp. He pressed his lips against mine roughly as he roamed his hands around my body. I moaned as he lightly grazed his fingers down my body, and I forgot the reality it all and what was going to come, and just concentrated on how George was going to pleasure tonight.

Love for sale
appetizing young love for sale
if you want to buy my wares
follow me and climb the stairs
love for sale

Cited Work: "Love for Sale" Written by Cole Porter published 1930