Smut, smut, smut!
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scribblinlenoreI'm in the mood to write it. *g*
My drabble for today, which had almost nothing to do with the topic, featured Hooker!Clark, one of the few fanfic cliches I'd never written before. That's just wrong! I've never met a cliche I didn't like, and this is one of the really hot ones.
So I'm working on some Clexy hookerish porn. Here's the first part.
***
The strobe lights flashed in an epilepsy-inducing burst on the dance floor. Bodies writhed. The scent of sweat rose in the air, the smell of boys and girls and the heat of promised sex. Lex leaned against the wall, watching, a little bemused by the desperate frenzy to connect, touch, taste, take. He himself was a connoisseur, patient, choosy. Tonight, he had come to the club for a specific purpose, a particular someone, and he had the discipline to wait.
The object of his interest was shirtless and swaying, dancing by himself, black leather pants riding suggestively low on his hips, a clear invitation. Or perhaps, more accurately, advertising, since this ride wasn't free.
The buzz around the men's room was that this new kid was something special, no gag reflex and apparently could do tricks with his tongue that weren't completely human. He was certainly the prettiest thing Lex had seen in a long time, tall and dark-haired with bright eyes and a pouty mouth, just the way he liked them. Lex knew his way around hookers and had no illusions about them. But there was something about this boy that made him think this might be more than a quick, dirty fuck. Lex couldn't remember the last time he'd thought that about anyone.
Lex snapped his fingers. "Tyson."
One of his vast array of hangers-on instantly materialized. "Yeah, Lex? You need something?"
Lex handed him a hundred dollar bill. Cocksucking talent like this pretty kid's fetched a handsome price. "Go get yourself a blowjob from the new boy," he said. "Make sure it's out in the alley."
Tyson's eyes got as big as a kid's on Christmas. "Wow. Thanks!" He was practically salivating, and for a moment, Lex thought about grabbing his money back. The idea of his beautiful boy with a mouthful of this imbecile's cock didn't sit well with him. But Lex was conducting research, and sacrifices had to be made sometimes in the pursuit of knowledge.
"Go on," he told Tyson, impatiently.
Tyson sidled over to the kid and whispered in his ear, nodding his head in the direction of the door. Lex slipped into the alley ahead of them and blended into the shadows. A moment later, Tyson came out, the kid by his side.
The boy didn't waste any time. He pushed Tyson back against the rough brick of the wall, opened his pants and dropped to his knees.
"Close your eyes," he said.
Tyson laughed. "Whatever you say."
The kid went down on him, and then the only sounds were soft little slurps and Tyson's increasingly frantic moans. Lex was rock hard in no time. He would have liked to slip his hand inside his pants, jerk himself off, pretend it was the boy touching him. But this was research, and he had to pay attention. Had to know if this boy was as special as he suspected that he was.
The kid held Tyson's hips firmly in place, his head bobbing faster and faster until it was only a blur, and Tyson was screaming the way a man only did when someone was trying to kill him or giving him the blowjob of a lifetime.
Tyson didn't so much come as explode, voice hoarse as he cried out, eyes squeezed tightly shut, fists clenched at his sides. The boy swallowed and swallowed, and when Tyson was finally finished, gently tucked him back into his pants.
"There you go," he said.
"Uhhhmmm," Tyson said incoherently, staggering back into the club, weak-kneed.
Lex licked his lips in his excitement. He'd been right. This kid had a lot more to offer than just his ass. Although there was that, too.
The boy didn't move, just stayed on his knees on the ground. "Do you want your turn now?" he asked.
Lex realized, with a start, that he was talking to him. He stepped out of the shadows and approached him. "That was quite a show." He put his hand lightly on the boy's arm, urging him to his feet. He wanted that mouth, but not furtively in this dirty alley, not where anyone could see.
"I aim to please." The boy tried to sound sophisticated. But the light from the street lamp fell across his face, and Lex could see the lurking innocence there.
"You can do better than this."
The boy smiled. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"With you?"
Lex shrugged. "With me. Without me. Lots of ways you can go."
The boy stepped closer, bent his head, pressed his face against Lex's neck, sniffing, nuzzling. "I'd like to try with you, if it's up to me." He rubbed against Lex's thigh.
God. The kid was hard.
*It's a game,* Lex reminded himself. *Hookers always do this. Always want to play you.*
But he was already lost. His fingers dug in at the kid's waist, pulling him hard against his body. His mouth moved over the boy's.
The kid tried to turn his head. "I haven't had a chance to--"
Lex didn't care. He parted the boy's lips and stroked his tongue. It was Tyson's taste in his mouth, but Lex could easily pretend it was his own. He kissed more greedily, and the boy relaxed against him. His tongue came out to play, and Lex didn't care what it cost him, even if it was every last thing he had, this boy was going to be his.
"What's your name?" he asked breathlessly, between kisses.
There was a pause. "People here call me Jerry."
"Is that what you want me to call you?" He mouthed the line of the boy's jaw and could feel him tremble.
"Clark," the kid said softly. "That's my real name."
"I'm Lex," he said. "And I'm going to take you home now, Clark. We can talk over financial arrangements in the car, if that's acceptable to you."
Clark's hand drifted down to Lex's ass and rested there, as if Lex was the one who belonged to him. "I think that will be just fine." And he smiled, more sweetly than any hooker had ever smiled in the entire history of prostitution, Lex was pretty certain.
***
My drabble for today, which had almost nothing to do with the topic, featured Hooker!Clark, one of the few fanfic cliches I'd never written before. That's just wrong! I've never met a cliche I didn't like, and this is one of the really hot ones.
So I'm working on some Clexy hookerish porn. Here's the first part.
***
The strobe lights flashed in an epilepsy-inducing burst on the dance floor. Bodies writhed. The scent of sweat rose in the air, the smell of boys and girls and the heat of promised sex. Lex leaned against the wall, watching, a little bemused by the desperate frenzy to connect, touch, taste, take. He himself was a connoisseur, patient, choosy. Tonight, he had come to the club for a specific purpose, a particular someone, and he had the discipline to wait.
The object of his interest was shirtless and swaying, dancing by himself, black leather pants riding suggestively low on his hips, a clear invitation. Or perhaps, more accurately, advertising, since this ride wasn't free.
The buzz around the men's room was that this new kid was something special, no gag reflex and apparently could do tricks with his tongue that weren't completely human. He was certainly the prettiest thing Lex had seen in a long time, tall and dark-haired with bright eyes and a pouty mouth, just the way he liked them. Lex knew his way around hookers and had no illusions about them. But there was something about this boy that made him think this might be more than a quick, dirty fuck. Lex couldn't remember the last time he'd thought that about anyone.
Lex snapped his fingers. "Tyson."
One of his vast array of hangers-on instantly materialized. "Yeah, Lex? You need something?"
Lex handed him a hundred dollar bill. Cocksucking talent like this pretty kid's fetched a handsome price. "Go get yourself a blowjob from the new boy," he said. "Make sure it's out in the alley."
Tyson's eyes got as big as a kid's on Christmas. "Wow. Thanks!" He was practically salivating, and for a moment, Lex thought about grabbing his money back. The idea of his beautiful boy with a mouthful of this imbecile's cock didn't sit well with him. But Lex was conducting research, and sacrifices had to be made sometimes in the pursuit of knowledge.
"Go on," he told Tyson, impatiently.
Tyson sidled over to the kid and whispered in his ear, nodding his head in the direction of the door. Lex slipped into the alley ahead of them and blended into the shadows. A moment later, Tyson came out, the kid by his side.
The boy didn't waste any time. He pushed Tyson back against the rough brick of the wall, opened his pants and dropped to his knees.
"Close your eyes," he said.
Tyson laughed. "Whatever you say."
The kid went down on him, and then the only sounds were soft little slurps and Tyson's increasingly frantic moans. Lex was rock hard in no time. He would have liked to slip his hand inside his pants, jerk himself off, pretend it was the boy touching him. But this was research, and he had to pay attention. Had to know if this boy was as special as he suspected that he was.
The kid held Tyson's hips firmly in place, his head bobbing faster and faster until it was only a blur, and Tyson was screaming the way a man only did when someone was trying to kill him or giving him the blowjob of a lifetime.
Tyson didn't so much come as explode, voice hoarse as he cried out, eyes squeezed tightly shut, fists clenched at his sides. The boy swallowed and swallowed, and when Tyson was finally finished, gently tucked him back into his pants.
"There you go," he said.
"Uhhhmmm," Tyson said incoherently, staggering back into the club, weak-kneed.
Lex licked his lips in his excitement. He'd been right. This kid had a lot more to offer than just his ass. Although there was that, too.
The boy didn't move, just stayed on his knees on the ground. "Do you want your turn now?" he asked.
Lex realized, with a start, that he was talking to him. He stepped out of the shadows and approached him. "That was quite a show." He put his hand lightly on the boy's arm, urging him to his feet. He wanted that mouth, but not furtively in this dirty alley, not where anyone could see.
"I aim to please." The boy tried to sound sophisticated. But the light from the street lamp fell across his face, and Lex could see the lurking innocence there.
"You can do better than this."
The boy smiled. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"With you?"
Lex shrugged. "With me. Without me. Lots of ways you can go."
The boy stepped closer, bent his head, pressed his face against Lex's neck, sniffing, nuzzling. "I'd like to try with you, if it's up to me." He rubbed against Lex's thigh.
God. The kid was hard.
*It's a game,* Lex reminded himself. *Hookers always do this. Always want to play you.*
But he was already lost. His fingers dug in at the kid's waist, pulling him hard against his body. His mouth moved over the boy's.
The kid tried to turn his head. "I haven't had a chance to--"
Lex didn't care. He parted the boy's lips and stroked his tongue. It was Tyson's taste in his mouth, but Lex could easily pretend it was his own. He kissed more greedily, and the boy relaxed against him. His tongue came out to play, and Lex didn't care what it cost him, even if it was every last thing he had, this boy was going to be his.
"What's your name?" he asked breathlessly, between kisses.
There was a pause. "People here call me Jerry."
"Is that what you want me to call you?" He mouthed the line of the boy's jaw and could feel him tremble.
"Clark," the kid said softly. "That's my real name."
"I'm Lex," he said. "And I'm going to take you home now, Clark. We can talk over financial arrangements in the car, if that's acceptable to you."
Clark's hand drifted down to Lex's ass and rested there, as if Lex was the one who belonged to him. "I think that will be just fine." And he smiled, more sweetly than any hooker had ever smiled in the entire history of prostitution, Lex was pretty certain.
***
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Date: 2003-07-16 08:14 pm (UTC)And again, yay! Hooker!fic!! By Lenore!!. (It's a much maligned cliche, but secretly everyone loves it.)
sources for hooker!fic
Date: 2003-07-17 05:58 am (UTC)Actually was extremely wary of delving into hooker!fic-as an ex-sex worker and long-time sex worker rights advocate, I was afraid of finding too many cliches that would turn me right off even those writers that I
love. But the two hooker!fics i've tried-Livia's 'Just Pie' (highly recommended!) and yours-have kept both the Clexfic addict and the activist in me delighted.
For any potential hooker!fic writers interested in info on sex workers by sex workers, check out the Commercial Sex Information Service, run by Handyman, a fantastic Canadian male whore, at www.walnet.org/csis.
Can't wait to see the rest of this story-
Jo Doezema (only anonymous 'cause no livejournal)
Re: sources for hooker!fic
Date: 2003-07-17 07:39 am (UTC)Also, if you have any interest in an LJ of your own, let me know. I have a bucketload of invite codes, and I'd be happy to pass one along to you.
Re: sources for hooker!fic
Date: 2003-07-17 09:43 am (UTC)You put it exactly right. Here are 10 cliches off the top of my head, so as not to hold up the next bit that we're all panting for
(not that I'm worried that you'll fall into them-)Oh and hooker/whore/sex worker/prostitute are pretty much interchangeable terms for me (not all sex workers agree)as long as they are not terms of abuse-I didn't become a sex worker to be a good girl.
1. Whores that never come with their clients
2. Hookers who always come when the client is good looking (client as MarySue)
3. Evil!pimps
4. 'High class call girls/boys' vs. 'dirty heroin whores': ie the 'Happy Hooker' or 'Desperate and abused'. Not that they don't exist-but most of us are in the middle there somewhere.
5. Needing/wanting rescue from a life worse than death
6. Fur coats
7. Clients who only want to talk
8. Crack/heroin
9. Most female whores are lesbians/hate men/have fucked up private sex lives (that one goes for men too)
10. Sexslave!whore
Another recommendation, this one for original Hooker!fic, is 'The Diary of Nancy Chan' by Tracy Quan. Tracy is a great writer, contributes often to 'Salon' and is known as one of the sex worker 'literati'. Her Nancy is funny and totally believable.
A livejournal would be great-not that I'll probably keep it up alot, but I like to respond and dislike doing it anonymously-
Can't wait for the rest-
Jo (jowolfie2@yahoo.com)
Re: sources for hooker!fic
Date: 2003-07-17 06:15 pm (UTC)And it looks like Lenore's got you covered on the code. *g* Be warned, it's a *seriously* addictive place.
Re: sources for hooker!fic
Date: 2003-07-17 06:02 pm (UTC)btw, I have some free codes if you'd like an LJ. Just email me at shaggirl @ livejournal.com.