The next two years were the happiest of Peter's life. He was constantly walking around with a hard on in his jeans. He finally broke down, buying a cell phone when most of his customers asked him for a repeat performance.
He had quite the little nest egg saved up to. At $500.00 a trick, with 4-5 tricks a night, six days a week, he quickly became the richest person in his neighborhood.
He had tried to convince his mother to move to another neighborhood but she flatly refused. "I am happy here Peter, this is where all my customers are. You are not going to get me to move to one of those fancy neighborhoods."
He saw the determination on her face so he didn't push. He did convince her to move into a two bedroom apartment shortly there after when she brought a customer home to find Peter with his own customer.
Peter was kneeling on the couch while the guy pummeled his ass from behind. The man with his mother had been offended that her son was fucking another guy and left in a huff.
Peter quickly became one of the most popular hookers on his street. At first the other prostitutes resented him feeling he was taking work away from them.
One girl in particular, a 37 year old prostitute that went by Sally Rose got in his face about 2 weeks after he started turning tricks. "Why don't you find another corner to flaunt your body at?" She sneered as she stuck her face close to his.
Peter glared at her. "I've got as much right to work here as you do."
He thought she looked like a clown. Sally was a bigger woman trying to look slim. She had stuffed her big body into a tight miniskirt that left most of her stomach hanging over the waist, as well as a sports bra that left most of her boobs hanging out. Also her face was so painted up with makeup that you couldn't tell where it ended and her face started.
What surprised Peter was that Sally was one of the more popular girls. He didn't understand what men saw in her but since her customers didn't look at him, he didn't care.
The argument was interrupted when Misty put her big body between them. "Sally leave him alone." She said glaring at the blonde. "You wouldn't want his customers anyway. All they are interested in is ass."
Misty was a 53 year old black woman. She was an exstripper and Peter knew from pictures that she had been beautiful in her youth. She was 5'3" and maybe 300lbs. She told him she turned tricks not for the money but for the sex. She was also a popular trick.
Sally pulled away from Misty as tears filled her eyes. Everybody on the street knew that she had one major rule, 'pussy or mouth only. The back door was off limits.' She glared at Peter but after that left him alone.
It was 2 weeks after Peter started that he met the trick who would have a huge impact on the rest of his life. He had already serviced 3 men that night, 2 of which wanted to come back for more.
He was standing on the street talking to his friend Star when the limo moved down the street. Star was a 21 year old girl who had been pimping for her dad since she was 19. What she made turning tricks; he used to pay for his alcohol addiction. When Peter asked her about it she just shrugged. "I don't mind. The sex is good."
That night they stood talking about her 6 month old son. One of her tricks hadn't used protection and she ended up pregnant. The man was cool though; he had paid all her hospital bills and gave her money to help with the baby. Peter was looking at pictures of the baby when he saw the limo cruising slowly down the street. "Wow." He said with a whistle.
Star's eyes followed his. "Wow is right." She said breathlessly as she fixed her miniskirt and halter top while she posed sexily. "Whoever gets that one is gonna be the talk of the street."
Peter also stood sexily, as he leaned against a telephone pole. His eyes were on the black car. "Tell me about it."
The two of them watched as the car moved around the corner then came back. They smiled at each other as the car stopped in front of them. "Good luck." They both said at the same time as they watched the big black driver walk towards them.
The black man didn't even glance at Star as he looked over Peter's body.
Peter was dressed in a pair of tight jean shorts that showed the bulge between his legs as well as a t-shirt with holes cut around his nipples. His short hair was brushed back off his face. "You working?" the man asked.
Peter smiled seductively, "yes I am."
The man nodded. "What you charge?"
Peter felt his cock hardening, "500.00 A trick."
Again the man nodded. "What do you do?"
Peter's smile widened. "Anything they ask for, just no pain."
The black man nodded then turned back towards the car. He waited as the rear window was opened then spoke to someone inside. He glanced back over his shoulder at Peter a couple of times before he nodded. He stood up as the window rolled back up. "Your presence is requested." He said as he opened the back door.
Peter hugged Star then strolled provocatively towards the car. He smiled at the driver then slid into the car as the door closed behind him. He barely had time to let his eyes adjust to the dimness, when he was suddenly pulled into a pair of strong arms, a pair of warm lips covering his.
Peter usually liked to see his customer before he did anything, but the way the man holding him and kissing him was sending Peter's body into overdrive.
He kissed the man back as he moaned into the man's mouth and pressed his body tightly against him.
The man tightened his hold on Peter, pulling him until he was straddling the man's lap. Peter felt the car moving under him but barely noticed as a pair of strong lean hands moved over his body. "Sweet." A deep voice said when he finally released Peter's lips.
Peter rested his hands on the back seat as he drowned in a pair of emerald green eyes. "I'm not used to being attacked as soon as I meet a customer." Peter managed to say.
The man chuckled. "Sorry. But at $500.00 I figured I better make sure I was going to get my money's worth."
Peter looked at him in the dimness. He could only see the outline of the man's face and his startling eyes. "I've never had any complaints."
The man moved his hand over the bulge in Peter's shorts as he chuckled. "I believe it."
