Smutty Advent - Day 24
Yves left the Christmas lights on for the night, going out and locking the doors of the Shibari Auction House. They wouldn't open again until after the New Year. It had been a good year. A busy year. And now he was ready for his week off to relax and enjoy and celebrate.
A young man stepped out from the alley, wearing torn, painted on jeans and a tight t-shirt that did nothing to protect the lad from the bitter wind that was kicking up.
"You need company for Christmas? A hundred gets you a blow job."
"How much for the night?" Yves asked, opening his wallet.
Blue eyes went wide. "Five hundred."
"Done." Yves gave the lad the two hundred he had in his wallet. "We'll stop at a bank machine on the way."
His turkey would feed two, his guest bed had clean sheets and no one should have to sell themselves at Christmas.
"My name is Yves." He held out his hand.
It was cautiously taken. "Tony."
"Merry Christmas, Tony."
smut fixes everything