“Look, you can’t stay here anymore. My wife’s coming back into town.”

Travis’ words slice into me like a knife on fire, heating my frustration.

I’ve known about his wife and haven’t given a damn. Neither has he up until this point. He’s spent the last two months fucking and photographing me. How can he be so cavalier about this? I thought he loved me.

My plea is one of desperation, “I’m sixteen. Where the hell am I supposed to go?”

Travis offers, “You’re gorgeous, Ian. You’ll find another place to stay. I can make a few phone calls on your behalf. For a guy like you, people will pay well for-”

“For what, Travis?! Go ahead and say it! The same fucking thing you wanted from me, right?”

My much older benefactor leans against the kitchen counter. I can’t believe this fucker brought this up so casually just after breakfast.

He’s unfazed, smiling as if he isn’t kicking out his teenage lover. “You’re so angry, Pussycat. Why don’t you calm down?”

“Calm down!? You just made me homeless, asshole!”

“You were homeless when I met you. I gave you a place to stay for a while. You didn’t think you could stay here forever, did you?”

He found me with a broken arm in an alley. Telling my uncle that I was pansexual resulted in my uncle and my father beating me and leaving me damaged to fend for myself. Travis took me in and I trusted that he’d take care of me.

“My mistake for thinking you gave a shit about me.”

“Come on, it’s not like I don’t.” The way he looks at me tells me there’s one thing he likes about me and it’s physical and physical only. “I’ll make sure you’re settled in somewhere else. I have the perfect person in mind.”

“Nice! Pull the rug out from underneath me and pimp me out! You fucking bastard.”

“This bastard is the reason you’ve been living it up for the last two months. Where would you be without me, Ian? Tell me, huh? I’m doing you a favor here.”

He’s not wrong. I was the stupid one for thinking I mattered to him. I have to keep my cool.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m just really pissed you’d spring this on me like this. What the fuck am I going to do, Travis?”

“You’ll stay here tonight and I’ll make sure you have someone else to go to in the morning.” His hand tugs me into his chest. I don’t pull away. Like it or not, I still need him.

No.

What I need is to get the hell away from him and anyone else that would think they can use me. I need the upper hand. I need to use them, not be used by them.

Planting a smile on my face, I lean up to kiss him. “I’m sorry, Love Bug. I have an idea. Help me cover the deposit for my own place? Then make your calls. I’ll need their help affording it. I know you’re the kind of man with the power to make it happen for me. I’ll reward you nicely tonight for taking such good care of me.”

“Oh yeah?”

I reach between his legs. “I want steak and lobster for dinner so I have lots of energy for our last night together.”

I have no idea when I’ll eat this good again. Plus, I plan to take him for everything he’s got.

“Alright. Delivery or do you want to go out?”

“Out. You’re so handsome when you dress to impress. And I want to enjoy removing every article from your body when we get home.”

I’ll never make the mistake of relying on any one person again. Dirt bags like him are going to fund me whatever I want and it’ll be all too easy. That much is obvious.

“I spoil you.” He’s kissing on my neck and I lightly moan for him.

“Mmm … And I’m worth it.”

“Every penny. Slide your pants off.”

From the waist down, I strip letting his hands explore me.

“Love Bug …?” I ask.

“Yeah, Pussycat?”

“You’re not going to quit me just because I don’t live here anymore, right?”

“How could I? Now, purr for me, baby. I want to hear you.”

Hook, line, and sinker.

One benefactor down. Several more to go.