After he finished cleaning up, James found a laptop among the many items he owned, a high end model from a famous brand.
Opening the machine, his eyes were immediately flashed with photos of naked women. The women were all beautiful, sexy and extremely attractive, hell, there were even famous models and actresses there.
But James closed them all without any hesitation, he even deleted the files.
The reason?
DJames (Dead James) had planned to use the photos and videos as blackmail material.
But the prideful asshole didn't want to make the women give him money. No, what he planned was even worse.
He had thought of blackmailing the women to work for him, their job? Prostitution.
The man was planning to run a human trafficking ring using blackmail material to force his employees to work for him.
He believed that giving them a decent income for their services was good enough.
But the current James? He hated such acts.
Yes, he had been a prostitute himself. He sold his body to lonely rich women but he did that willingly. He entered the business by his own choice and he HATED it.
It wasn't the hate one would have for working on a job.
James thought that becoming a male hooker was an easy job but the things he had to do in order to earn an income were… not as great as he thought.
Only the attractive guys with huge dicks get to do the "fun" stuff.
James, in his previous life, was a regular man and so he was left doing regular stuff.
Only when he got a bit more muscular did he get to actually fuck with his clients but before that he was the guy made to eat ass and pussy. Sometimes he was not even eating female ass, some women just wanted to dominate men and watching them fuck each other was their kink.
Why did he do it?
Money, while others joked about things like, "20 bucks is 20 bucks", James lived it, but he didn't do it for 20, he only did such acts for a hundred times the price.
Still, there were women who had the money to spare.
The life of an escort or anyone selling their bodies was not "fun", it only appeared like that to others but the truth was that your clientele would never be the type of people you'd want to sleep with.
There's a reason someone would choose to pay for companionship, it was either to fill in the loneliness they have due to their own failures or to satisfy desires that they can't do with their actual partners.
James didn't mind or care about someone who willingly goes into that business of their own free will. But forcing others to live such a life was something he would never forgive.
In fact, one of James' clients in his previous life was a police detective. She used their dealings to get information from James who offered information on pimps who were connected to street gangs and drug circles.
James did his best to dissuade young girls and boys who wanted to enter the trade. Those that he can't convince, he did his best to protect. This left him working as an unpaid pimp but he'd rather be the one pimping out the ones who can't be convinced to turn away than to let them to their own devices and get dragged into addictions and a cycle they could never escape from.
He had his own experience of that shitty hole, he wasn't supposed to work as a male hooker for long. It was supposed to be a short gig but getting involved with the wrong people would get you sucked into debt, addicted to substances and before you know it, you're selling your body just so you get a few moments of "heaven".
For this reason, James did not even hesitate to delete all the data that was on the laptop.
He didn't have any regrets, instead, he was grateful that DJames had chosen to rest in peace instead of turning this bar into a den of thieves.
"What kind of business could I start?"
The first thing that came to James mind was starting a business, investment was something he had zero knowledge on.
Business on the other hand, although his experience revolved around selling sex, that was experience in "making sales". The practice of "selling" was not something limited by the type of goods you sell. Whether you're selling food or sex, the basis of making a sale was the same.
"Demand and supply, where there is demand, there is an opportunity to make a sale… the question is, what do people want? No- what do they need?"
James muttered as he thought about the many businesses he could enter.
Having a laptop and internet connection was great, it was truly fortunate that his fiance tried to look out for him before leaving him to die.
James was already used to using the internet to search up opportunities.
He used social media to sell his services before, it was also the main source of information he used to select targets for sale.
Now though, his goal was to look for what people wanted.
Needs were already met, big companies had already taken care of that. He could not compete with large corporations in the "needs" department.
Unless he created a need that is.
But if it was easy to "create a need" then everyone would be doing it.
That would require innovation and creativity.
James?
He's kinda lacking in that department.
With that understanding, James focused on looking for other opportunities. Needs that he could take advantage of it. Maybe a market that had already been tapped on Earth but not here?
"Wait! Bitcoin! Yeah… let's look it up"
On Earth, Bitcoin has created millionaires, even billionaires.
He didn't know how people "mined" it, but he did have some clients who paid him through bitcoins. That earned him quite a bit of cash. But that wasn't really enough, it did get him out of debt but at that point he had already lived the life of a male hooker.
Getting out was not easy after working a job for over a decade, all he could do was try to use his experience and connections to succeed in the business he was already in.
Now, he had a fresh start but starting a business was not easy.
"Fuck… I need managers and people who know how to do all these paperwork"
James had no knowledge of running a business, if he wanted to make a completely legal business, he had to properly file taxes this time. That was something he didn't really do in his past life, after all, filing taxes and having the source of income be "male hooker" was not something anyone would be stupid enough to do.
Moreover, he didn't make millions, he only made enough to get by.
The IRS didn't seem to care about him though as he died not paying his taxes, though… Maybe it was still for the best.
I paid my debt to those assholes but I haven't paid my debt to the government… they… the IRS won't chase me to this world would they?
Although he knew it was just a joke, the thought of being chased by the taxman is still something that made James shudder.
"Well… first things first, I need to decide what kind of business I'm gonna start, then I'll start looking for people…"
James muttered but this was already the Nth time that he was saying the same line, though he didn't seem to notice as he turned the laptop off.
He then dragged his luggage to the second floor.
The bar, although dilapidated, was the first floor of a three storey building. The floor space was large, and there were multiple VIP rooms on the first floor alone. The second floor was another space for VIP's, James did not turn any of the lights on as he walked towards a locked entrance,
He took out his keys and unlocked the steel door revealing another set of stairs.
James continued forward while locking the door behind him.
Unlike the musky smell from the first and second floors, the stairs leading to the third floor had fresh air. When James finally reached the third floor, he was greeted by darkness.
He felt around and found the light switch and after turning on the light he was greeted by a sight that made him feel regret.
The third floor was not what he expected, instead of a dull hallway, what greeted him was a warm home.
All it took was a quick scan to make James realize that the third floor was a luxurious penthouse hidden in the busy city.
"She did say that she had a surprise for me…"
Before leaving, James' fiance told him that she had left a "gift" for the guy on the third floor.
DJames didn't even bother to go up to the second floor because of spite. He was satisfied with sleeping in the bar, the VIP rooms were dusty but not something a few bottles of whisky won't fix.
The man did not see the kindness that his Fiance had left for him.
If only…
James thought of a possibility, one where he took over this body earlier. If he had…
Nah… he's already dug his own grave years ago, unless I take over before he became a parasite I would have been able to do something…
Alas, all he could do now was regret, but amidst his thoughts, the lights that had brightened up the whole room started to flicker.
"Huh?"
James was confused, maybe the electricity bill had yet to be paid? He didn't know what was happening until the-
*CLICK*
The whole space was suddenly enveloped by darkness but James did not feel anger at DJames. Instead, a feeling of dread had washed over him. The darkness carried something unnatural, he didn't know what it was but his guts were telling him-
"Don't run"
"FUCK!"