Darren Wilson is just a man living alone. This happened after Darren had to leave the orphanage when he turned 17, and that was five months ago.
With limited funds, Darren first looked for a place to live. He eventually found a cheap boarding house in a slum area of Hiccago.
At first, Darren tried to find legitimate work. He had done so a few times while still in school. However, his efforts didn't pay off. That's when Darren gave up and decided to take an easier job. That is, becoming a gigolo for lonely older women. It all started when he met Keysha.
[Darren, there's a meeting at Hotel B tonight.] Keysha's message had just popped up on Darren's phone. After reading it, he quickly hid his phone behind a book. Since the teacher was busy explaining the lesson.
Darren tried to focus on the teacher's explanation. But his seatmate slowly leaned in.
"Crazy! I always lose focus when Ms. Viona teaches," Elzio whispered. He swallowed hard while staring at the teacher's prominent chest. Especially since Ms. Viona was wearing a tight-fitting shirt, making her curves even more alluring.
"If you're losing focus, don't bother others," Darren replied, seeming unconcerned by Elzio's words.
"How can you not get distracted? Especially since Ms. Viona is beautiful and a widow. She's even more tempting," said Elzio.
Darren pushed Elzio's head to make him stop bothering him. Now Elzio could only stare at Ms. Viona in silence.
Soon after, the bell signaling the end of school rang. All the students rushed to go home. Except Darren, while all his friends were rushing to go home, he remained seated.
Darren took a book and read it. Time passed slowly. The school began to empty. That's when a message came in on Darren's phone.
[I'm already at the School Nurse's Room.] That's what the message said. It was clearly a signal for him.
Without hesitation, Darren immediately left the classroom and went to the School Nurse's Room.
Darren opened the School Nurse's Room door slowly. Once inside, he didn't forget to lock the door.
"Sorry for the delay. I had to grade your younger siblings' assignments," said a woman already sitting on the bed. She was none other than Mrs. Viona. One of Darren's clients.
As Darren arrived, Mrs. Viona began unbuttoning her shirt one by one. Until her full breasts, covered in a red bra, were clearly visible.
"No problem. As long as you make sure my grades are safe. Plus, you'll give me a cash bonus, right?" Darren replied while taking off his uniform.
Mrs. Viona chuckled. "You'll only get the bonus if you can make me reach the peak," she said.
Now Darren chuckled. "Aren't I always able to make you reach the peak? That's why you always call me when you're in your fertile period," he said.
"Enough with the small talk. Come here!" Mrs. Viona demanded.
Darren immediately approached Mrs. Viona. A verbal struggle ensued between the two. Eventually, they both removed all their clothes.
Mrs. Viona began to moan as Darren performed the act. Despite being only 17 years old, the young man's passion made Mrs. Viona addicted. Perhaps that was why Mrs. Viona was hooked on Darren's services.
"From his time with Mrs. Viona, Darren was able to earn around 65 dollars, along with good grades at school."
Darren threw his bag as he entered the room. He snorted roughly, then flopped onto the bed. Then Darren lit a cigarette to relax.
4 Month ago...
Darren had just received his first paycheck from his part-time job at a local diner. But he was seriously disappointed—it didn't come close to matching the effort he put in. He was making just around $25 a day.
"Are you kidding me? I bust my ass all day for this? This won't even cover a bagel and coffee tomorrow—let alone school lunch," Darren muttered as he walked down the sidewalk, glancing around for a better-paying job.
Eventually, he passed by a nightclub. Sitting outside near the entrance was a woman, smoking alone. She was stunning—tight dress, long legs, and a face that could be on a magazine cover.
Darren couldn't help but sneak a glance. But when she turned her eyes toward him, he quickly looked away and headed toward a nearby hot dog cart. He pretended to be interested in the food.
"Damn it... Why did I even come here? I'm about to blow my last twenty bucks on a hot dog," Darren thought to himself.
"That'll be six fifty," the vendor said, already wrapping the hot dog.
Reluctantly, Darren pulled out a wrinkled $20 bill from his wallet. "Here..."
"Thanks, kid." The vendor reached for the money, but Darren was still holding it tightly.
"Let go, kid. I gotta give you your change," the vendor said, raising an eyebrow.
"Actually... I think I'll pass. This is all I've got left," Darren admitted.
"You serious? You already ordered, man. That's not how this works," the vendor snapped.
"But—" Darren hesitated, clutching the bill.
"I got it," came a smooth, confident voice from behind.
Darren turned. The woman from earlier was suddenly standing next to him. She handed the vendor a ten-dollar bill.
"Oh—uh, thank you…" Darren said, a bit embarrassed.
"It's not free," she said, smirking.
"Then... how do I pay you back?" he asked.
"Not with money," she replied. "Walk with me."
Darren paused for a second, but he didn't really have any other choice. He started walking beside her, trying not to stare.
He swallowed hard. He couldn't help but notice the way her dress hugged her body.
"My name's Keysha. You?"
"Darren."
"How old are you, Darren?"
"Seventeen."
"Still in high school?"
"Yeah... So where are we going?"
Keysha stopped walking and turned to face him. "Keep me company. I get lonely sometimes. You don't mind, do you?"
"Keep you company? That's how I pay you back for the hot dog?"
"Exactly, sweetheart," she said with a wink.
She led him into a boutique hotel right next to the club.
"One room, please," she told the front desk clerk.
Darren raised his eyebrows. "Wait—why are we getting a room?"
"Because a room's the coziest place to talk, don't you think?" she said casually.
"You should've told me sooner. I could've taken you to my Rented room. It's just a few blocks from here," Darren replied.
Keysha chuckled softly. "You're adorable," she said as she took the key card from the receptionist. The two of them headed upstairs.
Darren looked around in awe as they entered the room. It was sleek and modern, with a big bed and a view of the city.
"So this is what hotel rooms are like. No wonder they cost so much," Darren commented.
"First time in a place like this?" Keysha asked as she pulled out a cigarette and lit it. "Want one?"
Darren smiled and stepped closer. He took the cigarette from her and lit it. They both stood near the window, sharing a quiet smoke.
"You're not as innocent as I thought," Keysha said, glancing at him sideways.
"What made you think I was?"
"Just the way you've been acting."
"I'm just curious, that's all. So... tell me. Why are you lonely?" Darren asked, trying to sound casual—like a friend.
Keysha let out a short laugh through her nose. "Heh. That's cute," she said, shaking her head.