Baying At the Moon, chapter 4
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bottom_dracoTitle: Baying At the Moon (Working Title)
Author: Gwen Malfoy
Summary: The life and times of Draco Malfoy, through obsession, prostitution, and possession.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Draco/Harry, Draco/OMCs, Harry/Ginny,
Warnings: Blood-letting, weird sex, severe angst, attempted suicide, prostitution, self-mutilation.
Soundtrack: Jack Off Jill‘s “Star No Star“, “Nazi Halo“, The Distillers’ Coral Fang record
Chapter 4: Prostitution
When I was a teenage whore
The rain came down like it never did before
I pay good money not to be ignored
You are my teenage whore
-Hole “Teenage Whore”
Draco’s money quickly ran out and he returned to his hotel one night to discover that he didn’t enough left for another night’s stay.
With a sick feeling, Draco began packing his things. He dragged his suitcase out of the hotel and to the curb, desperately trying to think of something to do.
He wandered around muggle London with nowhere to go for the better part of five hours before he stopped in front of King’s Cross Station.
With a moan of frustration, he sat down on one of the benches, his throat constricted. He put his face in his hands and forcibly swallowed a sob.
The station was nearly empty at one in the morning, and with a sigh, Draco lay down on the bench. He closed his eyes as he took a deep breath. He was agonizingly tired, and surely it was okay to just lie down for a few minutes until he could figure something out…..
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The next morning, Draco awoke bright and early, just as the commuters were starting to fill the station. Draco sat up blearily and started to reach for his suitcase--it was gone.
“Oh, fantastic.” He sighed to himself. He stood up and winced as he stretched, his muscles knotted from a night on the wooden bench.
He started down the street outside the train station with no aim. He walked until he found himself in what one would certainly call a questionable area of the city. He walked past several street corners crowded with what were clearly prostitutes, keeping his eyes on the ground, before he was stopped.
“You look a little lost, love. Need some help?” Draco looked up. In front of him was a tall, dark man who looked to be about twenty-five. He was dressed in designer cargo pants, a button-down shirt, and a suit jacket. He smiled kindly, baring two rows of straight, white teeth.
“I…”
“Are you visiting someone who lives around here or something?”
“No, I…”
“Have you got any place to go?” Draco swallowed hard and shook his head.
“Do you need some help?”
“I--I haven’t got any money or anything.” Draco murmured hoarsely. The man put a hand around his shoulder.
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that. I’m Christian Ramirez, by the way.” He held a hand out. Draco shook it.
“Draco Malfoy.”
“Well, Draco, I own a floor in this building.” He said, gesturing to the run-down apartment building on the corner. “Why don’t you come up to my office and we’ll see if we can’t do something for you, eh, love?”
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In hindsight, he really should have known better.
Christian kept one arm around his shoulder on the lift ride up to the fifth floor, casually telling that he had a business he ran out of the building.
“What kind of business?” Draco asked politely.
“I’m in the entertainment business.” The lift slammed to a stop and Christian led him up to a door and opened it.
At the sight that greeted him, Draco jerked back in shock, but Christian’s arm around his shoulder prevented him from stepping back.
The room was a loft apartment. It was full of scantily-dressed people engaged in various sex acts--with cameras trained on most of them.
Christian pulled the door closed and turned to Draco with an intent smile. Draco stumbled back a step to the lift, gaping at him.
“Now, don’t get all like that, love.” Christian said, taking his elbow and pulling him down the hallway. “I’m sure we can work out a mutually beneficial agreement. I’m in the adult entertainment business, and you’re bloody homeless. I need a pretty new star for my new slave series, and you need money and a place to stay. This can work out beautifully if you give it a chance.” He opened the door at the end of the hall and ushered Draco in. “Have a seat.” Draco sat in one of the cushy armchairs in front of Christian’s desk. “Now, I have other sections of the business. I typically don’t do drugs, but I do pictorials, videos, etc., dabble in the escort service and what have you. What shall I put you down for?”
“Nothing!” Draco said indignantly. “I don’t think I’m quite that desperate yet.” He scoffed. Christian leaned forward and smiled gently.
“Draco, in three or four days, you’ll be crawling back to me with a lot less options than I’m offering you today, so you might as well just start negotiating now.” He leaned back in his seat. “We’ll do some solo test shots, see how are clients react, then if things are good, we’ll go from there. Naturally, you’d be welcome to stay here in the meantime, of course. And really, pet,” He laughed. “Where the hell else are you gonna go?”
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As Draco got undressed for his ‘pictorial’, he told himself that Christian was right--he was pretty much out of options.
The room was filled with other people who worked at Christian’s business--Hotel Pictures (the business card boasted ‘upscale erotica’--watching curiously.
“We’re looking for a new sub for this series we’re doing of sort of middle-aged men with a sort of love slave that they keep chained to their bed while they go out and work. It’s basically wish fullfillment--a lot of our customers are repressed businessmen, naturally. You’ll also be good for this gothic blood play we’re working on, hence the costume.” Christian said from outside the door.
Draco wrinkled his nose. His costume was comprised of the shortest black shorts he’s ever seen, a black corset, spiked wristbands, and heavy, black combat boots.
“Are you finished in there?” Draco scowled at his reflection and mouthed the words, ‘Out of options’, before opening the door.
“Ah, you see, I knew you’d work out.” Christian said with a grin. “Turn around.” He nodded. “You’ll have to go to make-up to get the full goth look--and to get that scar thing covered up.” Draco’s hand went immediately to Harry’s lightening bolt. He wasn’t sure he wanted to cover up his last link to the wizarding world.
After make-up, he was directed to a huge bed draped with black satin sheets in the middle of the room. At Draco’s uneasy look, the photographer grinned and said,
“Just lie back and think of England, love.”
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Three days later, Christian came to the room Draco had been pointed to to take and told him response was positive.
“So, now, we’re going to move on to the real shoots. I don’t know if you’ve met Stephen yet, but he works here, too, since fairly recently, and some of our clients have come to watch the shoot. Sound good?”
“Watch?” Draco said uneasily. “Do they have to?”
“They pay good money, Draco, and you’re a public commodity now.”
“Well, what’s the shoot?”
“More gothic stuff. Clothes are in the dressing room in 6E. Have a good time.”
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Stephen was about six feet tall, milk-white, and skinny as a rail. He reminded Draco rather disturbingly of Snape.
The bed was decked out in black satin again. Draco had always liked having his picture taken, so it wasn’t too difficult to get into the hang of the pictures, though he thought the photos were bound to come out rather stupid looking, as the photographer was basically having them pose like characters on the cover of a bad romance novel.
He had nearly forgotten about the customers watching by the end when one of them came up to him. He looked to be about thirty-five. He introduced himself as John.
“Have you worked here long? First timer, or has Christian just been hiding you away?”
“First time.”
“Would you like to make a bit extra on the side?” He asked. “My apartment’s not far from here.”
“Are you implying that I should have sex with you for money?!” Draco squeaked. John smirked.
“You really must be new. Look, how much do you go for?”
“I don’t ‘go for’ anything!”
“Problem, mates?” Draco whirled around to face Christian.
“I don’t think you’re new boy knows protocol.” John said, Christian smiled and put an arm around Draco.
“Just give me a minute.” He pulled Draco out into the hall. “What happened?”
“He thinks I’m a fucking *prostitute*!” Draco exclaimed. Christian rolled his eyes.
“Draco, what is the problem? You take him back to your room, give him a blowjob, and send him on his way. It’s a quick way to make money. It’s hardly the crisis you’re making it out to be.”
“But--but I’m *not*--”
“Well, you’ll have to be, won’t you? John is one of our loyal customers, Draco, and the customer is always right. I’d rather not lose him over you.” He smiled and patted Draco’s cheek. “Don’t let me down.”
******************************************
Draco didn’t, and he quickly learned that the customer *was* right, anytime he wanted to be if he could pay enough.
Author: Gwen Malfoy
Summary: The life and times of Draco Malfoy, through obsession, prostitution, and possession.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Draco/Harry, Draco/OMCs, Harry/Ginny,
Warnings: Blood-letting, weird sex, severe angst, attempted suicide, prostitution, self-mutilation.
Soundtrack: Jack Off Jill‘s “Star No Star“, “Nazi Halo“, The Distillers’ Coral Fang record
Chapter 4: Prostitution
When I was a teenage whore
The rain came down like it never did before
I pay good money not to be ignored
You are my teenage whore
-Hole “Teenage Whore”
Draco’s money quickly ran out and he returned to his hotel one night to discover that he didn’t enough left for another night’s stay.
With a sick feeling, Draco began packing his things. He dragged his suitcase out of the hotel and to the curb, desperately trying to think of something to do.
He wandered around muggle London with nowhere to go for the better part of five hours before he stopped in front of King’s Cross Station.
With a moan of frustration, he sat down on one of the benches, his throat constricted. He put his face in his hands and forcibly swallowed a sob.
The station was nearly empty at one in the morning, and with a sigh, Draco lay down on the bench. He closed his eyes as he took a deep breath. He was agonizingly tired, and surely it was okay to just lie down for a few minutes until he could figure something out…..
**********************************
The next morning, Draco awoke bright and early, just as the commuters were starting to fill the station. Draco sat up blearily and started to reach for his suitcase--it was gone.
“Oh, fantastic.” He sighed to himself. He stood up and winced as he stretched, his muscles knotted from a night on the wooden bench.
He started down the street outside the train station with no aim. He walked until he found himself in what one would certainly call a questionable area of the city. He walked past several street corners crowded with what were clearly prostitutes, keeping his eyes on the ground, before he was stopped.
“You look a little lost, love. Need some help?” Draco looked up. In front of him was a tall, dark man who looked to be about twenty-five. He was dressed in designer cargo pants, a button-down shirt, and a suit jacket. He smiled kindly, baring two rows of straight, white teeth.
“I…”
“Are you visiting someone who lives around here or something?”
“No, I…”
“Have you got any place to go?” Draco swallowed hard and shook his head.
“Do you need some help?”
“I--I haven’t got any money or anything.” Draco murmured hoarsely. The man put a hand around his shoulder.
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that. I’m Christian Ramirez, by the way.” He held a hand out. Draco shook it.
“Draco Malfoy.”
“Well, Draco, I own a floor in this building.” He said, gesturing to the run-down apartment building on the corner. “Why don’t you come up to my office and we’ll see if we can’t do something for you, eh, love?”
***************************************
In hindsight, he really should have known better.
Christian kept one arm around his shoulder on the lift ride up to the fifth floor, casually telling that he had a business he ran out of the building.
“What kind of business?” Draco asked politely.
“I’m in the entertainment business.” The lift slammed to a stop and Christian led him up to a door and opened it.
At the sight that greeted him, Draco jerked back in shock, but Christian’s arm around his shoulder prevented him from stepping back.
The room was a loft apartment. It was full of scantily-dressed people engaged in various sex acts--with cameras trained on most of them.
Christian pulled the door closed and turned to Draco with an intent smile. Draco stumbled back a step to the lift, gaping at him.
“Now, don’t get all like that, love.” Christian said, taking his elbow and pulling him down the hallway. “I’m sure we can work out a mutually beneficial agreement. I’m in the adult entertainment business, and you’re bloody homeless. I need a pretty new star for my new slave series, and you need money and a place to stay. This can work out beautifully if you give it a chance.” He opened the door at the end of the hall and ushered Draco in. “Have a seat.” Draco sat in one of the cushy armchairs in front of Christian’s desk. “Now, I have other sections of the business. I typically don’t do drugs, but I do pictorials, videos, etc., dabble in the escort service and what have you. What shall I put you down for?”
“Nothing!” Draco said indignantly. “I don’t think I’m quite that desperate yet.” He scoffed. Christian leaned forward and smiled gently.
“Draco, in three or four days, you’ll be crawling back to me with a lot less options than I’m offering you today, so you might as well just start negotiating now.” He leaned back in his seat. “We’ll do some solo test shots, see how are clients react, then if things are good, we’ll go from there. Naturally, you’d be welcome to stay here in the meantime, of course. And really, pet,” He laughed. “Where the hell else are you gonna go?”
**************************************
As Draco got undressed for his ‘pictorial’, he told himself that Christian was right--he was pretty much out of options.
The room was filled with other people who worked at Christian’s business--Hotel Pictures (the business card boasted ‘upscale erotica’--watching curiously.
“We’re looking for a new sub for this series we’re doing of sort of middle-aged men with a sort of love slave that they keep chained to their bed while they go out and work. It’s basically wish fullfillment--a lot of our customers are repressed businessmen, naturally. You’ll also be good for this gothic blood play we’re working on, hence the costume.” Christian said from outside the door.
Draco wrinkled his nose. His costume was comprised of the shortest black shorts he’s ever seen, a black corset, spiked wristbands, and heavy, black combat boots.
“Are you finished in there?” Draco scowled at his reflection and mouthed the words, ‘Out of options’, before opening the door.
“Ah, you see, I knew you’d work out.” Christian said with a grin. “Turn around.” He nodded. “You’ll have to go to make-up to get the full goth look--and to get that scar thing covered up.” Draco’s hand went immediately to Harry’s lightening bolt. He wasn’t sure he wanted to cover up his last link to the wizarding world.
After make-up, he was directed to a huge bed draped with black satin sheets in the middle of the room. At Draco’s uneasy look, the photographer grinned and said,
“Just lie back and think of England, love.”
****************************************
Three days later, Christian came to the room Draco had been pointed to to take and told him response was positive.
“So, now, we’re going to move on to the real shoots. I don’t know if you’ve met Stephen yet, but he works here, too, since fairly recently, and some of our clients have come to watch the shoot. Sound good?”
“Watch?” Draco said uneasily. “Do they have to?”
“They pay good money, Draco, and you’re a public commodity now.”
“Well, what’s the shoot?”
“More gothic stuff. Clothes are in the dressing room in 6E. Have a good time.”
***************************************
Stephen was about six feet tall, milk-white, and skinny as a rail. He reminded Draco rather disturbingly of Snape.
The bed was decked out in black satin again. Draco had always liked having his picture taken, so it wasn’t too difficult to get into the hang of the pictures, though he thought the photos were bound to come out rather stupid looking, as the photographer was basically having them pose like characters on the cover of a bad romance novel.
He had nearly forgotten about the customers watching by the end when one of them came up to him. He looked to be about thirty-five. He introduced himself as John.
“Have you worked here long? First timer, or has Christian just been hiding you away?”
“First time.”
“Would you like to make a bit extra on the side?” He asked. “My apartment’s not far from here.”
“Are you implying that I should have sex with you for money?!” Draco squeaked. John smirked.
“You really must be new. Look, how much do you go for?”
“I don’t ‘go for’ anything!”
“Problem, mates?” Draco whirled around to face Christian.
“I don’t think you’re new boy knows protocol.” John said, Christian smiled and put an arm around Draco.
“Just give me a minute.” He pulled Draco out into the hall. “What happened?”
“He thinks I’m a fucking *prostitute*!” Draco exclaimed. Christian rolled his eyes.
“Draco, what is the problem? You take him back to your room, give him a blowjob, and send him on his way. It’s a quick way to make money. It’s hardly the crisis you’re making it out to be.”
“But--but I’m *not*--”
“Well, you’ll have to be, won’t you? John is one of our loyal customers, Draco, and the customer is always right. I’d rather not lose him over you.” He smiled and patted Draco’s cheek. “Don’t let me down.”
******************************************
Draco didn’t, and he quickly learned that the customer *was* right, anytime he wanted to be if he could pay enough.
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Date: 2004-05-26 08:24 pm (UTC)I come back to the community a few hours later and here is the chapter I was waiting for.
I love you.
If you could post the next parts in a few hours, that would be excellent. lol. :P
Oooooo.....
Date: 2004-05-27 04:17 am (UTC)XOXO, Otis