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rocket science. I was just wondering if it's hard to sleep with all those men. I-I don't have a lot of choices right now."
"You're cute, kid, but I wouldn't advise it. Spreading your legs for money isn't as easy as you'd think."
"I don't know what other options I'm going to have. Nobody wants to hire a homeless schmo to work their cash register."
"They might hire you out at the Chicken Ranch. I tried to land a job there myself, but they had too many rules and shit." He quirked an eyebrow. "Then again, sweetcheeks, maybe you should just forget about the whole thing and go home to Mommy and Daddy."
Declan's back stiffened. "I can take care of myself."
"Don't go gettin' all offended. I don't mean nothing by it."
"What difference does it make whether I'm selling my ass here or somewhere else?" More than likely, the other guy just wanted to get rid of Declan so he didn't have any competition.
The whore shrugged. "None, I guess. Just you have to be ready to take of yourself out here. Ain't nobody going to come running to your rescue."
"What about that other place you mentioned? What's it like?"
"I dunno. Ain't never worked there. But I heard they screen the johns or some shit in exchange for a cut of what their boy's make."
"Oh," Declan muttered, his mind working overtime. It definitely sounded like he'd be better off taking his chances on whatever place the guy was talking about—safer, at any rate. Handing over a cut of whatever he made would be preferable to taking his chances on his own.
"Look." The whore propped one hand on his skinny hip and glared through the gloom. "I'm trying to earn a living here. If you want to rent it out, go find your own damn corner. This one's mine."
"Um, yeah… I'll disappear, but could you at least tell me where that ranch place is first?" There was no reason not to check it out. It couldn't be any worse than trying to hock his ass on the street. Truthfully, the thought of getting into some stranger's vehicle gave him the creeps. He'd watched enough true-crime shows to realize no good would come of it. However, common sense and morals wouldn't fill his stomach or put a roof over his head.
"Whatever, man. The Chicken Ranch is on the outskirts of town, toward the mill. There's a big sign over the driveway. You can't miss it."
"Thanks," Declan threw over his shoulder, already walking away from the jaded man. Hope fluttered in his chest. He didn't like the thought of sleeping with men for money, but beggars couldn't be choosers.
The timely arrival of the server snapped Declan out of his trip down memory lane. Killian shooed the woman away, claiming they were both fine, while Declan pulled himself together. He lifted his gaze from the untouched, rapidly cooling plate of food before him, afraid of what he might find reflected in Killian's eyes. He figured it would go one of two ways: Killian would feel sorry for him, or the other man would realize what a loser Declan was and it would be the last time Declan heard from him. He wasn't sure which outcome was worse. To his surprise, he found neither. Instead, what looked like pure anger brewed behind Killian's dark eyes.
Killian reached across the table and laid his hand over Declan's where it rested on the table next to his plate. "I'm sorry, but your father's an asshole. It must have been hard living with a man like that. I know it had to be beyond rough going through everything by yourself like that, but I think you're better off without him. It's his loss, not yours."
Declan released the breath he hadn't even realized he was holding. It took everything he had not to lean across the table and lay a big, wet kiss on Killian. Instead, he shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "Yeah, well… What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?"
"I guess." Killian finally picked up his fork and twirled the tines through his pasta. He took a bite and swallowed before speaking. "So, if you were so inexperienced before you started, and I met you
"You're cute, kid, but I wouldn't advise it. Spreading your legs for money isn't as easy as you'd think."
"I don't know what other options I'm going to have. Nobody wants to hire a homeless schmo to work their cash register."
"They might hire you out at the Chicken Ranch. I tried to land a job there myself, but they had too many rules and shit." He quirked an eyebrow. "Then again, sweetcheeks, maybe you should just forget about the whole thing and go home to Mommy and Daddy."
Declan's back stiffened. "I can take care of myself."
"Don't go gettin' all offended. I don't mean nothing by it."
"What difference does it make whether I'm selling my ass here or somewhere else?" More than likely, the other guy just wanted to get rid of Declan so he didn't have any competition.
The whore shrugged. "None, I guess. Just you have to be ready to take of yourself out here. Ain't nobody going to come running to your rescue."
"What about that other place you mentioned? What's it like?"
"I dunno. Ain't never worked there. But I heard they screen the johns or some shit in exchange for a cut of what their boy's make."
"Oh," Declan muttered, his mind working overtime. It definitely sounded like he'd be better off taking his chances on whatever place the guy was talking about—safer, at any rate. Handing over a cut of whatever he made would be preferable to taking his chances on his own.
"Look." The whore propped one hand on his skinny hip and glared through the gloom. "I'm trying to earn a living here. If you want to rent it out, go find your own damn corner. This one's mine."
"Um, yeah… I'll disappear, but could you at least tell me where that ranch place is first?" There was no reason not to check it out. It couldn't be any worse than trying to hock his ass on the street. Truthfully, the thought of getting into some stranger's vehicle gave him the creeps. He'd watched enough true-crime shows to realize no good would come of it. However, common sense and morals wouldn't fill his stomach or put a roof over his head.
"Whatever, man. The Chicken Ranch is on the outskirts of town, toward the mill. There's a big sign over the driveway. You can't miss it."
"Thanks," Declan threw over his shoulder, already walking away from the jaded man. Hope fluttered in his chest. He didn't like the thought of sleeping with men for money, but beggars couldn't be choosers.
The timely arrival of the server snapped Declan out of his trip down memory lane. Killian shooed the woman away, claiming they were both fine, while Declan pulled himself together. He lifted his gaze from the untouched, rapidly cooling plate of food before him, afraid of what he might find reflected in Killian's eyes. He figured it would go one of two ways: Killian would feel sorry for him, or the other man would realize what a loser Declan was and it would be the last time Declan heard from him. He wasn't sure which outcome was worse. To his surprise, he found neither. Instead, what looked like pure anger brewed behind Killian's dark eyes.
Killian reached across the table and laid his hand over Declan's where it rested on the table next to his plate. "I'm sorry, but your father's an asshole. It must have been hard living with a man like that. I know it had to be beyond rough going through everything by yourself like that, but I think you're better off without him. It's his loss, not yours."
Declan released the breath he hadn't even realized he was holding. It took everything he had not to lean across the table and lay a big, wet kiss on Killian. Instead, he shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "Yeah, well… What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?"
"I guess." Killian finally picked up his fork and twirled the tines through his pasta. He took a bite and swallowed before speaking. "So, if you were so inexperienced before you started, and I met you
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