When The Right Door Opens (3 page)

Jamie dreamed of leaving this life behind and
giving Agnes a better start than this. Jamie didn't like the fact
that life was getting harder and harder, and he knew that he
couldn't keep doing this for the rest of his life. He needed a
serious, grown-up job and still have time for his girl. He needed a
chance and some support, but there was nothing and no one.

Jamie remembered the last words his
grandfather had said to him: “Every choice we make helps us become
a better man. Every road we take leads the way to a new future.
Never regret your choices and never question the roads you took.
Everything happens for a reason.” the old man had patted Jamie's
back and walked into the house. Two days later, he had died and the
last ties Jamie had had with his own family were cut. Those words
though, he heard them loud and clear every day and they helped him
to stay sane and to walk on.

Jamie checked his cell-phone for a text from
Agnes or her mother, but there was nothing. He sighed and leaned
casually against a cold brick wall and waited. It was freezing
cold, and standing still like this made the cold penetrate his
body. He could have worn a thick coat, but then the clients would
not see what they were buying, so Jamie stood there, with a light,
opened leather jacket.

Somehow, he still had that dream – that
Pretty Woman-dream that someday, a rich handsome man would pick him
up, he would fall in love with Jamie and Agnes and take them away
and all of Jamie's problems would be solved.

Reality was very different. Very different.
Jamie rubbed his cold hands against each other and blew on them. He
stepped from one foot to the other, to move a little. But it was
cold and Jamie prayed for a car to stop sometime soon.

Car after car drove by, some slowed down to
look him up and down, some asked for his price, but none of them
invited him inside their car, and none of them paid any money.

Jamie didn't like the feeling he got, being
eyed like a piece of meat, but this day was not very different from
his other days at work, and it was, after all, part of his job
description. Still, Jamie was more nervous than he usually was,
partly it came from the pressure he was under, partly, it came from
the doubts and the wish to change his life, which became louder and
louder.
No clients, no money, no home. Eviction.

The pressure rose and made Jamie nervous and
restless, almost anxious. He checked his phone again. This time he
had two texts:

One from Lauren:

Don't forget to pick your daughter
up
.

And one from Agnes

Be safe daddy. I love u

Jamie sighed again. Agnes had sent him the
very same text every single night for the last four years, and it
reassured him. It was like his lucky charm. Maybe the feeling in
his stomach was not anxiety, maybe everything would turn out to be
fine and he was simply in a silly mood.

****

In order to draw more attention to himself, Jamie
decided to show a little more skin. Freezing or not, he needed
Johns tonight. He took of his jacket and threw it casually over his
shoulder, then he opened his shirt, revealing his bare skin and he
even plopped the button on his jeans, revealing that he wore no
underwear. After all, sex sells and Jamie sold sex for a living
when the night was not as slow and cold as this one.

Finally, a luxurious red car stopped and a
tinted window rolled down. Jamie approached the flashy car and took
a look inside the passenger window, scanning the driver like he
always did before deciding to get into a car or not. Warmth
streamed out of the car, soft music played, while the motor was
still humming. Not giving himself time to over-think the situation,
he approved of the John, he seemed to be okay and even if not,
Jamie would have taken him on anyway, if only for the money and to
warm up a bit.
Beggars can't be choosers
. The John appeared
to be in his mid-thirties, muscly and tanned, certainly coming from
the gym, judging by the tank top and the shorts. No one would walk
around like that in this cold. The man was definitely handsome with
a manly face and big hands, but cold unemotional blue eyes.
Handsome clients always made the job easier, though.

“Get in, boy. I pay good money for a blow-job
and a fuck. Of course I'll top. No arguments permitted. Now get in,
I don't have all night.” Jamie patted his pockets, making sure he
had protection and lube. He never barebacked with a John, even if
he could easily make the triple of what he was earning now. What he
did was dangerous enough, no need to add unnecessary health risks
to it. Hesitantly, Jamie opened the door and got in. The heat felt
good on his skin, but nevertheless did he wrap his shirt tighter
around himself.

Alarm bells rang in the far corner of Jamie's
mind at the rough tone in the John's voice, but he needed money and
judging by the car, this man would pay well.

“Where are you taking me?” Jamie asked a bit
out of his comfort zone. Most men just drove around the corner and
got over with it, not this man. And no matter how many times he got
in the car with clients, these firsts moments where always awkward
and unpredictable. Expectations and anticipations only fueled the
awkwardness.

“To a motel. Something wrong with getting a
little more comfortable than being cramped in this car?” the man
said evenly, winking at Jamie and letting his hand rest on Jamie's
thigh. Jamie shook his head and carefully took note of the road and
the way they were taking. Time was money and after leaving this
customer, he needed to be back on his corner as soon as possible,
to score the next trick. The hand on his thigh, however, was warm
and strong and Jamie had a feeling that he would enjoy this client.
He melted against the seat and waited to arrive at their
destination.

The man drove into a parking lot of a shabby
looking motel and turned to Jamie:

“Wait here! I'm going to get a room. Don't
move. Wait!” he insisted and Jamie only nodded. He saw the man
walking towards the reception and took the opportunity to seize him
up. He was big and bulky. His tank top and shorts revealed his
muscles, he was cute though, but also intimidatingly tall and it
made Jamie wondered, if he had done the right thing in getting into
this car. For a brief moment, he considered running away and
letting good money go to waste. His hand was grabbing at the handle
and just when he wanted to open the door, it was opened for him and
a firm hand grabbed his wrist, pulled him out of the car and spun
him around.

“You did not want to leave me unsatisfied,
boy, did you?” The man's breath was visible in the cold and he
pressed his hard body into Jamie's, pushing him back against the
car and trapping him effectively, towering over him. Jamie was not
short, stood six foot two, and still, this man was much taller than
him. Intimidatingly so. Jamie smiled charmingly, wanting to sooth
the John.

“Listen, I had a call. Um... I'm sorry, but I
need to leave.” Jamie lied and tried to get passed the man, who
easily pinned him back to where he was. Jamie wasn't sure how to
react, fear crept up inside him, his heart pounding hard in his
chest.
This is not good!

“You are mine for the night.” The man growled
intimidatingly and kissed Jamie's neck with surprising tenderness.
He then stepped back and guided Jamie by the arm to their room.

“I... I'll just take the bus. Let me go!”
Jamie struggled and tried to get free, but the stranger kept an
iron grip on his arm and dragged him into a dark motel room.

It was dark at first and Jamie felt his heart
beat even faster and faster. The blood pounded in his ears. He was
scared. There was no other word to describe his feelings. He was
not excited, not anticipating what was going to happen.

This was one of those situations he always
dreaded, but maybe he could get out of it unharmed by being as
submissive as possible, and charming too.
Don't let your fear
show!
The stranger found the light switch and Jamie was
momentarily blinded by the bright light. He quickly adjusted his
eyes and glanced around the room. It was nothing fancy or
extraordinary, but it wasn't rundown either. It was a simple room,
with a king sized bed covered with a floral patterned comforter.
The carpet was light gray and Jamie thought that it might have used
to be white, back in the day. The only other furniture were two
matching nightstands on each side of the bed, a stuffed chair and a
sideboard with an outdated TV.

“Undress here for me! Slowly. And then go
take a shower, I want you clean. Leave the door open. I want to
watch.” The request to take a shower first was not new to Jamie and
he was glad that the man, whose name he still didn't know, had not
asked to join him.

Jamie walked into the bathroom and left the
door open as instructed, before he reached into the shower stall to
let the water run and heat up first. He made a show of sliding his
already opened shirt off his shoulders and throwing it back at the
stranger with his most seductive smile. Jamie had switched now
completely from father to hustler-mode. He knew exactly what to do
and how he was supposed to act. Slutty but submissive.

The man nodded and Jamie saw his eyes darken
with apparent desire. Jamie also noticed that the man was already
hard and his cock tented the front of his shorts. He turned around
again, facing the wall and undoing the zipper of his jeans. Putting
on a show. He slipped his thumbs inside the pants and slowly
lowered them, while pushing his ass out and bending forward,
offering a view of his ass, balls and cock. Jamie didn't see the
man approach and jumped, startled, when one of his now naked ass
cheek was slapped hard. Jamie wanted to stand up straight, but a
strong hand at back of his neck held him down, while Jamie heard
the water being turned off.

“Let's skip the shower” the John growled
huskily, while spreading Jamie's ass cheeks and probing his hole
with a dry finger. Many thoughts raced through Jamie's mind and he
knew he needed to find a way to gain control again or this would
end ugly for him. Fear was his foremost emotion. Only outshone by
the will and hope to not be damaged beyond repair.

“Play nice, big boy and I'll blow you for
free.” Jamie said, looking at the stranger over his shoulder and
licking his lips seductively. He was disgusted with himself, but he
only did his job.

“My money, my rules, you filthy whore.” with
that, Jamie felt himself big pushed none too gently against the
cold tiled wall. His face was flush against the wall and the man
had an iron grip on him, making it impossible to move. Jamie tried
to push himself away from that wall, pushing his flat hands against
the tiles, but it was to no avail, he only pushed his backside
against the John's front even more. Jamie started to panic and
begged to be released, but the man didn't want to hear any of it
and grabbed him by the hair, only to slam his face against the wall
again. Jamie felt a sharp pain and heard an awful crack. Was it his
face, his nose, a tile? He didn't know, but by the pain he felt in
his nose, he feared it had broken. Blood and snot were running down
his face, over his mouth and chin, slowly dripping to the floor to
form a puddle at his feet. He tried to push himself away from the
wall once again, but all he achieved was being slammed against the
wall harder still. All the while, the John had a couple of fingers
well up Jamie's ass and the other hand held him steady by the
neck.

“You're mine now. Spread your legs!” the man
demanded, growling against Jamie's ear, while nudging his legs
apart with his knee. Jamie knew what was next and he tried to relax
his muscles, to make it hurt as little as possible, but nothing had
prepared him for the excruciating pain he felt when the stranger
impaled him roughly and without any hint of gentleness or
lubrication. This John was huge. Jamie gasped and screamed in pain,
while he felt like being torn in two.

“You like that, you dirty little whore?”
Jamie whimpered and wished himself away, but the pain was too much
to be ignored.

Usually, once a client had penetrated him, he
simply shut down and let everything happen, like a robot, but this
time it was impossible to shut his mind up and maybe it was best
this way. Jamie's antennas stood on end, trying to anticipate the
man's next moves, to make it less painful for himself.

“Stop, please stop” Jamie finally begged,
when he couldn't take any more. It hurt too much. But the man kept
fucking him mercilessly.

“You are so beautiful when you are begging
like that. You turn me on like no other. You like my big cock,
don't you?” he groaned while thrusting in and out of Jamie. His
balls slapped against Jamie's thigh. The sound made Jamie feel
nauseous.

Jamie felt the John's cock thicken in his ass
and hoped that his ordeal would be over soon and for the first time
since meeting the man, he was right. With a loud groan and one last
violent push, he shot his load and collapsed against Jamie,
crushing him under his weight. The man's limp cock slipped out of
Jamie and he could feel semen running down his thighs. His legs
gave in and he slid to the floor, where he was shocked to see that
he was sitting in a puddle of blood and sperm.
No condom
!
Jamie wiped his nose and breathed through the throbbing pain in his
ass. His bloody hand ran over his face and into his hair.
This
is not the time and not the place for tears. Get up! Get out! For
Agnes!

A shadow appeared in the doorway and the John
was back, already dressed and ready to leave.

“Get dressed, or do you want another round?”
He hissed and threw Jamie's shirt into his face. The man pulled him
up from the floor, to rush him and to get him moving. Jamie pulled
his pants up and slipped into his shirt, under the steady gaze of
the client.