Zach, Z to most, had just started out as another Pimp in London. Only Z was different to most, Z wasn't a want-to-be gangster. Z had made a small fortune working for a top Hedgefund, but the hours were long and at 35 Z had had enough. He wanted out, and to a career more suited to his needs, fed up to sucking up to the next client, the higher up suit and the façade of the clean cut business lifestyle.
Z had a dark side, he was sex obsessed, he couldn't get enough, and it wasn't enough to release. Z lived the life, always hunting for more. Many though Z was straight too, but Z had never been that way inclined. He craved ass, but not of the female kind. With a growing sense of ambition and a burgeoning list of contacts, both blue collar and from the seedy underworld on London, Z saw the perfect opportunity to enter the sex industry.
Z's first task was to lock 70% of his financial wealth into various accounts for a combine's yearly interest of 5%, leaving Z free to live off the interest, roughly £50k. Next Z contacted an old friend in the real estate industry, who managed to knock 50% off a £400k 2-bedroom apartment located centrally; Z kitted it out with the modern décor from his old apartment and put it on the market at £500k. Z had a penchant for the nicer things in life, but that didn't take away from what Z was.
At 6ft7 he had always found it easy to intimidate people without having to resort to violence, Z carried an air of natural dominance, which had helped him rise to very quickly in business. Not many people tried to play mind games and double cross Z. Those who did found themselves quickly ostracised from meetings and other functions, with his commanding presence Z had garnered a lot of influence. He had also made contacts with the top players in the crime world, through shady deals, and Z firmly believed that sometimes you had to get your hand dirty - whether that meant paying someone off, or intimidating a competitor. The shady characters had their uses. All in all, Z was determined to penetrate the market, but realistically he'd be financially OK without, this was a way to do something he really enjoyed.
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Z put adverts for new girls on backpage, and picked them up in the seedy clubs, it wasn't long before Z had a roster of girls. Z's clientèle usually consisted of high worth business professionals, which in turn gave Z Industries a perceived exclusivity, enabling Z to charge at a premium. Z had little trouble with people paying up, and suspected his reputation had something to do with this. The riskier customers were the top ranking criminal bosses whom lax drugs always caught on to the girls.
Something was bothering Z though, the pressures of a new business had taken so much of his time, that he had barely time to think about fucking, let alone doing the fucking. It would have to wait - Z had to come around to finding a room mate, for another potential income stream.
*
The first tenant was set to view the spare room in 15 minutes; Z had just finished working out, hitting a new squat personal best of 200KG.
The first tenant buzzed and Z let him in. Like Z this guy was big but after talking Z didn't really feel he could live with him. He seemed far too uptight. Z saw 4 more tenants but none really stuck out. The last tenant buzzed the bell; Z opened the door to a very cute potential tenant. Z ushered him in, and they both took a seat on the couch.
"So, who are you?" Z asked, keeping his piercing eyes on the boyish man sitting opposite him.
"I'm Sam Sands. I really need a place to live near where I work." Replied Sam, a bit off put by the intense glare he was receiving.
Z could sense this kid was nervous, Z his Gaydar was flying of the charts. Damn, this bitch was everything Z looked for in his sluts. Straight acting, maybe bi-curious, never been with a guy but wouldn't put up much of a fight, and even if he did it wouldn't be much good. Sam stood at no more than 5ft9, and his small frame was punctuated by the slight curves of his waist and an ever so slight V. Z couldn't imagine this kid being more than 10st5. Feather light, easy for Z to pick up and manoeuvre at will.
Their eyes lingered, holding their gaze, Z eyeing up new prey with opportunistic lust. Sam didn't have the confidence to keep the eye contact and fidgeted uncomfortably looking around.
"You're aware Sandie that this room is £1.5k per month, you don't look like you earn a lot, what do you do?" fully aware of the belittling tone he took.
"Er, its Sam Sands" Sam managed to squeak out, a bit red having never been called such a feminine name.
"Well I do a lot of bar work, but I'm just out of Uni, and hoping to get a job in pharmaceuticals. My parents will help me with rent, so it's ok" Sam tried to sound reassuring yet firm in his stance.
Z chuckled to himself, but revealed no such smile at this preppy little bitchboy correcting him. Sandie was sitting bolt upright pushing his chest out, trying to appear more dominant, when Z thought he should be sticking his ass out. No way was this kid going to escape a fucking.
"Are you in a relationship, Sandie?" inquired Z.
"Actually I broke up with my girlfriend a month or so ago, that's why I want to move, a new start." Sam, wasn't much keen of Z insistence on calling him Sandie. Nor was he keen on the personal question, but he answered just to show he was straight to avoid any confusion.
Being very small and very smooth and fair skinned, it hadn't been the first time he'd been asked if he was gay. He'd even had to fend off an older man, who kept complimenting his figure, and got a bit handsy at the bar. But Sam looked at Z and didn't think it'd be much good, Z was a hulk of a man, his intimidating aura backed up by the faint scars that dotted his face. He filled out his clothes and his arms were easily the size of one of Sams thighs. In fact the difference in size made Sam think they were different species.
Whilst Sandie spoke Z couldn't help but let his eyes wander from Sandie's longish brown hair, down to his cute green eyes, to his reddish lips, and a smooth milky baby face, past a petite torso, to his small arms with the faintest hint of some muscle, but devoid of any hair, down to his skinny jeans, which gave no hint of a bulge. Z knew this boy's dick could be no bigger than 5 inches; he might as well get use to a real dick. Z thought to himself that he'd be doing the kid a favour.
"Why don't you come have a look at the room," Z said with authority as he stood.
Sam obeyed and really saw the difference between him and Z. Z was three of him side by side, and nearly a foot a taller than himself. He felt dwarfed by this monster of a man. What made matters worse, Z had a strong smell of sweat, and was wearing very little, he'd clearly been working out, but the shorts he wore, which should have been baggy, clung to his things, and the lycra vest he wore was on the verge of ripping in two, or so Sam thought. Nevertheless he followed Z from the living room area into a room on the left. Z ushered him in and Sam had to squeeze through the gap. But once in, it was a very nice room albeit simple. The furniture was white, the sheets were red and there was an en-suite. Overall nothing fancy, the only thing of relative notice was a make-up stand with a mirror there, but Sam just assumed Z was looking for both female and male tenants so didn't think too much of it.
Letting Sandie view the apartment was the perfect guise for Z to check out the rest of Sandie's body. As Sandie brushed past Z, and walked past him, Z sized up the kids cute little booty. Dirty images flashed across Z mind, Sandie bent over being stretched to impossible limits. Sandie's ass like the rest of him was small, but it was perky, Z thought with a few more squats he could have had a very feminine figure. He might even make it as one of Z's girls - maybe a new niche to explore.
Z and Sam made some small talk for the next 15 minutes and took all the details down, before Sam said he'd have to talk to his parents, and promised Z he'd come back tomorrow if he wanted to finalise the deal.
