Money Hungry //joshler [✔️]

seventeen

the next few days are spent trying to find new recruits. it isn't necessary a hard process, just a long one. every night tyler goes out, instead of pleasing his buyers, he is the buyer. it's a bit weird to him, but josh insists it's necessary to find the right girls. tyler even goes without felix following close behind, but keeps a small gun beneath his seat in case anything goes wrong.

the first night is unsuccessful. tyler pays some girl $40 for a ten-minute blowjob and doesn't even finish. he's usually able to stifle his feelings and just let himself go, but not this time. that night all he can think about is josh and how much he wishes josh was pleasuring him instead.

the second night is better. tyler finds a different girl this time, much younger than the previous. it's hard to tell exactly how old she is, but tyler knows better than to ask. after all, he was in the same position a few years ago. the girl gets in the car, tying her hair up into a ponytail.

"what're you looking for?" she asks.

"i've got 50 bucks," tyler says, showing her the bill.

she nods, eyeing him curiously. "are you even into girls?"

"what?" tyler chuckles, caught off guard.

she laughs a little, shaking her head. "nothing, you just look like you... never mind, doesn't matter."

tyler doesn't know if he should feel offended or not. before he can respond, the girl undoes his jeans and pulls them down a few inches. tyler's soft, but he can't help it. this girl is pretty, sure, but she's not josh. why is this getting to be so difficult for him? why can't he just block out his feelings for ten damn minutes?

the girl takes him into her hand, raising an eyebrow. if she didn't think tyler was into guys before, she definitely does now. it's not her place to judge, though. they both know it.

after surprisingly coming a little less than ten minutes later, tyler takes a couple deep breaths to collect himself. "hey," he says, swallowing as his voice comes out rough. "how would you like to work with me?"

"huh?" she asks, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. "what do you mean?"

"do you belong to anybody?" he asks, pulling his pants back up.

"nobody except for my damn self," she says, one eyebrow raised in curiosity.

"would you like to? my pimp, he's... well, he's great. he takes care of me, of my family. he can take care of you, too. he can give you a place to live, a place to eat, a family..." tyler trails off, letting her consider.

she is silent for quite some time, staring at tyler intensely. what exactly she's looking to find, tyler doesn't know. he's trustworthy, but she has no reason to believe that.

"okay," she says, finally. "but only because you're cute and i think you'd make a good friend."

"okay," tyler smiles, turning the key in the ignition. "wait. how old are you?"

"eighteen," she says, cheeks turning red. "i just turned eighteen a few months ago. that's okay, right?"

"yeah," he nods, starting home. "i'm tyler, what's your name?"