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Working at night was given a whole new meaning to Lance McClain five years ago when he was sixteen and first started working the corner. At first he was a twink like thing too shy to make much money, but now he was rolling in extra cash. He knew exactly what men want and how they wanted it, even the straight ones. Occasionally he’s get a female customer to approach him, and who is he to say no to a pretty face? Regardless Lance was good at what he does, almost perfect.
Strutting up Altea road which was his curb he let his sultry tan body do the talking. Tan curves turnings heads. He wore a white cropped hoodie with ripped jeans and heels. As if he wasn't tall enough, he just needed to be an extra three inches up there. Lance chuckled as a black BMW pulled up next to him tinted black window rolling down to reveal his boss. He leaned down to the window ass sticking out for all who passed to marvel at. Some might say this man was a pimp, but Sendak was nothing but class. Violet black hair gently slicked back and reddish-brown eyes that could scare anyone into submission. The suit he wore was black this time adorned with a purple tie, though he was always in a different suit each time Lance saw him.
“Hey, papi.” He greeted the elder man, a chortle of laughter exiting him as he crawled into the car.
“Lance, how have things been?” Sendak offered him a cigar which he kindly declined. Lance was more a drinker than a smoker.
“Alls good here, keeping a close eye on girls trying to walk up on my corner, money's coming in good tonight. Picked up good business, if you know what I mean.” Lance smirked giving the man a voluptuous wink. If not for his social standing Lance would be all over this man, he had money, security, and sadly a wife with kids. Lance was no home wrecker.
“Amazing, I knew I could count on my number one.” Sendak replied stoically, “so, tonight's payments?” He muttered a large hand gently reaching out towards Lance. He was not fooled by the soft gesture, those hands have killed before and Sendak sure as hell wouldn't be scared to snap a twig like Lance in half if he was short again. Sendak was malicious, and if not for his running mouth Lance was sure his heart rate would be three times as fast as it already was.
“Why, of course.” He purred leaning over to reach into his back pocket pulling out a fat wad of cash that he had accumulated over the night. Once they met quota everyone mainly just worked for themselves to get a bit of extra cash. Sendak grabbed the balled up money thumbing through it with a content smile.
“Fantastic, as always. Now run along little kitty, wouldn't want the local dogs tearing up my favorite toy” Sendak chuckled as Lance popped the door open exiting the vehicle. Not a second after shutting the door he sped away and another car rolled up next to him.
Business was booming.
“Wow, you wait just for me?” Lance bat his long eyelashes at the male, giving his best sultry look. Lance chuckles talking up the driver. He’s a large burly man, dark hair covering his arms and face. He looks to be in his mid forties and a total newbie to this kinda stuff. Lance can tell by the way his clammy hands grip the steering wheel with white knuckles. “Cheating?” he asks with a sad smile and the man nods. He looks like the general type to have an affair. “Look, dude, I’m not really supposed to-do this, but do you really think you should be here right now? I could totally mug you right now, and I’m a twink.” Lance chortles the man looks down shamefully.
“Just...needed to relieve some stress is all.” he grumbles and Lance could understand, but he was not going to use his services to be a homewrecker. If he could help it.
“Before you come to me, why don’t you try and talk it out with her?” He gives the driver a toothy grin, before red white and blue are flashing behind him. Lance always found it ironic how those colors were to signify freedom, until they were flashing behind you.
“Evenin’ officer! I was just giving this kind man directions!” Lance waves to the cops who are flashing lights in his direction. His outfit gleams to life under their harsh rays.
“Alright, sure thing. You got ID?” The shortest of the two officers asks, a hand on his thin hips. He’s curvey under that uniform and Lance has never adored someone in a suit so much. Except maybe the man's partner; he's big, and broad. A scar decorating his nose and he knows exactly who this man is. Shirogane Takashi. Once upon a time, long ago, when Lance was but a young lad he looked up to this man, but right now the only looking up he’s doing is the physical kind due to the man’s tall stature. Maybe it’s because Lance was now on the other side of the law, or the simple fact that he just grew out of it, either way Lance didn’t harbor the same feelings he did seven years ago.
“Why! Would you look at that! I seem to have left it in my other pants!” Lance pats his pockets faking to look for them. “Can’t you handsome men just let a pretty man, and this fine gentlemen go for tonight? I promise you we weren’t doing any harm officers.” Lance smirks at them
“Sir, you know prostitution is illegal right?” Shiro says flashing his light in Lance’s general direction he’s momentarily blinded by the gaze raising his arms to block out the rays.
“Is it? Why! Good thing I wasn’t doing anything of the sort!” He smiles innocently, though his outfit and sex hair he was sporting didn’t quite agree with him.
“Sir I’m gonna need you to step away from the car and walk towards me.” the shortest one tells him and he shoots a wink at the man in the vehicle before strutting over there in his heels. The shoes hit the asphalt with a clack, and soon enough the busy street is filled with people watching him. “Hands on your head,” the man spouting demands is shorter than he, but he’s rather buff seeing as the short sleeved shirt shows off his muscles rather nicely. Lance does as told and places his tan hands against the back of his head as he continues the last few steps to the other. The man begins to pat him down gently, searching his rather revealing clothing for any weaponry of the sort. The man pulls away from him once he’s done. “Please place your hands on the vehicle.” he continues and Lance complies as Shiro is talking to the driver, and from the way the man is sobbing in the front seat he totally just sold Lance out.
That jerk .
Shiro nods and soon after they exchange a couple more words the man is driving off. Shiro returns to the car and flashes the light a little in Lance’s eyes, checking for any sign of drug or alcohol use most likely.
“Sir, what’s your name?” Shiro asks him and Lance pretends to think about it.
“Rebecca, but people on the street call me sugar lips.” he sniggers.
“Sir, please take this seriously and you can leave, what’s your name?” Shiro asks again and Lance can only titter at their words. His more logical side is telling him to comply, but regardless if he did or not he would end up in the back seat. Since, as they said, prostitution is illegal.
“Alright you caught me. It’s...Lisa.” Lance is booming with laughter from the man’s reaction. Shiro shakes his head turning his flashlight down away from Lance’s body.
“Put him in the back, clearly he isn’t going to interact with us.” Shiro grumbles, the other begins to read him his rights not long after and Lance rolls his eyes. He’s probably been arrested enough times to memorize it as well as they have. Lance willingly sits in the back, watching from the rear view mirror as the black BMW lay hidden in the shadows. He was going to be in so much trouble, he was sure. After Lance was situated the policemen drove off to bring him back to the station and Lance waited silently in the back of the vehicle.