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Back inside, I shuck my coat and take his from him. He heads for the kitchen, arms wrapped around himself, and starts to turn on the oven again, but I catch him by the paw. He looks at me, clearly startled.

"C'mon," I say. "I've got a better way to warm you up."

He swallows hard. "Okay."

I lead him into the bathroom and push back the shower curtain. "The knobs are a little quirky -- you have to jiggle the hot one as you turn it--"

"You want me to take a shower?" Jesse asks, looking confused.

"Yeah. What did you think I was bringing you in here for?" He blushes and glances across the hall, into my bedroom. "Oh," I say. Was that what all of his wary looks and nervous glances were about? Because he thought I was going to fuck him? "Look, Jesse, I think you are one of the hottest, sexiest people that I've ever met, but I'm not in a place in my life where I can afford to get involved with someone, especially someone that is going to be having a lot of sex with other people. I'm sorry if you thought I was coming on to you -- I was just helping you get ready for the pictures."

For a moment, he looks absolutely mortified, but then he swallows hard and squares his shoulders. "Right. I knew that," he says. "This is just business."

"Right, just business," I agree, but I can't help but feel like I've made a terrible mistake. No, that's just stupid. I'm not getting involved with a whore, especially one that I only just met. I hardly know anything about him.

"I guess I was just a little...confused," Jesse says. "Nobody's ever sucked my cock before."

"Nobody? Ever?"

He shakes his head.

"Oh," I say. "Sorry." I don't know what I'm sorry for, but I don't know what else to say. He shrugs and steps past me, into the shower.

"Don't worry about it," he says as he pulls the curtain closed. A moment later, he tosses his purple thong out and I hear the shower sputter to life. He gasps and curses, and I smile to myself.

"You gotta jiggle it," I say.

"I'm jiggling, I'm jiggling. It's not-- Ah, there we go." I hear him draw a deep breath and sigh.

"So, I thought we could do a couple more poses," I say and he groans.

"Don't you have enough?"

"We want to have a variety," I say. "We want to show those rich bastards that you're worth every penny that we ask for. I think we need a cumshot."

"Really?" he asks, sounding less than enthusiastic.

"C'mon, you gotta trust me on this," I say, knowing he has no reason to. "I'll tell you what, if you give me a cumshot, we'll call it a day. I won't ask for any more pictures."

"Oh, all right," he says through the shower curtain. "What do you want me to do?"

"Go ahead and jerk off," I say, checking to make sure there's room on the camera for a few more pictures. "Let me know when you're ready."

"Okay."

I give him about a minute. "Are you close?"

"Not yet," he says, but his voice is tight and breathless. I grin to myself and ready the camera, then quickly sweep the curtain aside and snap a few shots of his startled face, one paw on his cock. "What the hell was that?" he demands, trying to pull the curtain closed again, his face turning red from embarrassment. I take another picture. "Will you stop that!"

"What's the matter?" I ask. "I thought you agreed to this."

"I wasn't sure what I was agreeing to," Jesse says. "I thought it was just a ruse to get me into your bed, but if you're serious about this escort bullshit, I don't know if I can do that. I'm not an escort, I'm just a cheap whore. What are those rich businessmen going to do when they pay a shitload of money for some super sexy escort and instead get me?"

"Well, I'll tell you one thing they won't be doing, and that's hurting you. I won't allow it. If they have a problem, they can take it up with me." He looks skeptical, like maybe no one has ever offered to take care of him before. After seeing the way that rhino treated him, I can believe it. This city is just full of assholes. "This is going to be no different than what you've been doing, except you're going to get paid a hell of a lot more."

"How much?"

I hesitate, but hell, it's only money. "Fifty percent," I say. "I know you're doing most of the physical work, but I'll be running the website, making appointments, meeting with the clients, getting the supplies, and making sure no one hurts you." Plus, it was my idea. "How does that sound?"

He stands there in the shower, just staring at me for the longest time. Finally, he looks away and shakes his head. "It sounds too good to be true," he says. "Mr. Erickson paid ten percent and we had to buy our own condoms and lube."

"Really? Sound like the twenty-five percent I offered you is really generous."

"You said fifty!"

"Did I? Kind of a moot point if you don't want to do it, though."

"Fine, I'll do it," he huffs. "But I want fifty percent."

"Fine," I say with a grin, raising the camera. "Now come on, jerk off before the hot water runs out." He starts stroking himself again, but his cock just doesn't seem interested, and to be honest, he looks a little bored. "Not feeling it?" I ask, leaning back against the edge of the counter.

He frowns at me. "Not really."

"Well, what do you usually think about when you're touching yourself?"

"I usually don't," Jesse says. "I'm a whore because I need money, not because I enjoy sex. I mean, I used to enjoy it, but try spending all day with a cock in your mouth or your tailhole, or both, and see if you feel like jerking off afterward."

He's stirring my sympathies, damn it. I know I can't get involved with him, can't let myself get attached, can't_feel_ anything for him, but it's not right for a young male to have all the pleasure fucked out of him. I set the camera down on the counter.

"Maybe I can help," I say, stepping toward the shower and pulling my shirt off over my head. His gaze travels down my body, my fur thick and silky over my broad chest and flat stomach. I don't work out a lot, but chasing prey in the park and running from cops and never having enough to eat keeps me in good shape.

He swallows hard. "But this is just business, right?"

"That's right," I say. "Just business." I step out of my boxers and into the tub, the hot water soaking my pelt and warming my skin. I run my paws back through my short, black hair, my claws scratching lightly over my scalp. After a moment, I shake the water out of my ears and glance over at Jesse. "Ready?"

"I- I guess," he says, his gaze focused on my sheath.

I cock my head to one side and cross my arms over my chest. "Are you sure you're a whore?" I ask him. "Because you sure don't act like one. You act more like a virgin."

His face turns red beneath his fur as he scowls at me. "Well, excuse me. I don't meet a lot of guys like you -- I'm used to cheating husbands and closet homos and strung-out crack addicts bending me over in some dirty alley; I'm not used to anyone being nice to me." He turns his back on me and bends over, raising his tail like a purple flag, his pink hole framed between his white-furred cheeks.

"Is this better?" he asks. "Is this what you were expecting? C'mon, big guy, give it to me. I want to feel that big dick in my tailhole. Sure, I like it rough, sure you can bite my ears and spit in my fur, go ahead and slap me around -- I like it, of course I'll suck your dick and eat your shitty tailhole--"

"Stop it," I say, my ears flattening. I grab him by the arm and stand him up. He tries to pull away from me and I shove him back against the chipped tiles wall. "What the hell is wrong with you? Is that how you want to be treated?"

"Of course not, but it doesn't matter," he says, blinking hard as his bright green eyes suddenly fill with tears. "You're making all these plans and promises, and I don't know if you're just trying to con me or if you really believe it, but it's not going to matter when you have no money and no food and no choice, you'll take whatever they're willing to pay and you'll let them do whatever they want to me..." He glances away, tears slipping free and leaving tracks in his silky fur. "And that's fine, that's what I'm used to, but I don't want to get my hopes up that things will be different. I don't want to be disappointed when they're not."

"Things will be different," I say, letting go of him and taking a step back. "If it comes down to it, and we have no money, and we have no food, and we have no choice, then I'll take whatever they're willing to pay and I'll let them do whatever they want to me. But it's not going to come to that. You'll see. Just give me time."

He doesn't respond and he doesn't look at me. I don't know why I feel so responsible for him. I didn't turn him into a whore, but I'll be damned if I let him go back to being one. After a moment, I turn away and climb out of the shower.

"We'll worry about getting that cumshot another time," I say, grabbing a towel and giving my wet coat a shake. I towel off, the wrap it around my waist and head for the door.

"Carson?" I glance back as he shuts off the water and pokes his head around the shower curtain. "I hope you're right," he says.

I hope so, too.