Strangers In An Alley

Jack offers the stranger a kind smile and it eases some of his worries— the forefront of which is probably that they would get caught and get in trouble thereafter. They aren't going to get caught. This isn't the first time he has brought his lover out in public to be used and filled by strangers— this isn't even the first time they've done it in this particular alleyway. It's just the first time they decided to go without protection.

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“Good boy,” he says, patting his shoulder and nudging him to the side, letting him get closer to her.

He nearly trips in his eagerness to get her.

Jack leans against the wall and keeps an eye out. Most people go about their day, uncaring, unknowing. He doesn't enjoy having to take her back afterwards and is already dreading the journey to their car. His driver is waiting a little out of the way and they will have to wait. He never likes the after, but the during— what happens during makes everything worth it.

The boy loses his courage three steps in and stumbles, turning back around to him like he's hoping Jack would give him advice on how to proceed, but she finally realizes their guest is here and looks up too, her eyes huge. She's eager to get to the 'during' too, but he can already see nervous beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

“Hello,” she greets, licking her lips and Timothy turns back so fast Jack isn't convinced he didn’t get whiplash.

“Hello!” he says a little too breathy. “I'm Timothy,” he says.

She turns to Jack, who nods. “I'm Ally,” she says. The guys normally don't ask for introductions. They get right down to business. “You're really young,” she says and there's almost disappointment in her tone as she says this. He's always thought she liked her men slightly older, but she would never admit it even though he has a good dozen years on her.

“I'm twenty-three,” Timothy says with a note of defensiveness in his tone. “How old are you?”

She turns to Jack again, seeking permission to divulge her age before saying, “Eighteen.” There's a tilt to her head, like she's challenging him to question that. She is eighteen, but there's an innocence in the way she looks.

Timothy looks younger than twenty-three-years-old too, come to think of it. He's only seven years older than the boy, but Jack can't help but think of him as a 'boy'. He's wearing thick-rimmed glasses and a black jacket that somehow manages to make him look both a student and a tutor. There's something intelligent in those eyes, but it is hidden underneath a layer of uncertainty. He had done his research on the boy. He is raised poor and managed to claw his way to the top by studying as hard as he can. Jack doubts the boy has done much socializing in his single-minded pursuit to a better life. He comes from a religious family.

She must be everything he has been taught is sinful, beautiful and tempting, offering him sex in public, neither knowing anything about the other.

He can work with this, mold the boy into someone they could play with often. He seems eager enough to get started, if a little repressed and insecure. He's uncertain because he's never done this before, Jack thinks to himself quietly, finding a certain joy in bringing the two together.