Face Down (Fuckboy Series Book 2) (FINISHED)

Chapter Fourteen

As promised, Barrick had sent the information the next day for the party Colton had applied for, but he couldn’t just turn down a two thousand dollar payout. If he didn’t show up for this party, what were the chances he’d be accepted for the next one? No, he had to jump in with both feet and make his money. The people he’d already made plans with would have to understand, and if they didn’t, well then f**k them.

Per the instructions, a car was sent to pick him up. The location was still a secret, and they didn’t want people to just show up off the streets. Colton used the travel time to check his texts and messages, finding a couple of them from his favorite people.

“I miss you already.”

Colton smiled at the message Addie had sent. She knew he was working so he didn’t bother to text back. He’d get to it later. Right now he was busy.

When he saw who the next text was from, however, he didn’t hesitate to open and read it.

“Dinner tomorrow night, 8p. If you know what’s good for you, you won’t be late.”

Colton laughed and read the text again, this time in Mason’s voice. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he replied.

“I won’t. I promised I’d be at the restaurant on time so I’ll be there.”

When he’d told Mason he was taking him out to dinner, he had gotten so excited he could barely stop talking about it. Even though his schedule had piled up, he refused to give up time with his friend.

True to his nature, Mason texted back almost instantly. “I miss you. I wish you were home. You could have this if you were.”

Colton’s eyebrow rose when he received the next text. It was a naked picture of Mason and he looked like he’d just gotten out of the shower. His beautiful body was dotted with droplets of water and his wet hair was wild, looking as if he’d tried to dry it with a towel. Mason always did little things like that to try to get him to f**k him. Whereas before he would have scolded him and told him to stop being a fag, this time he took a moment to admire him.

“Damn, missed it again,” he responded.

“As always.”

Colton grinned even though Mason wasn’t there to see it. “All right, I’m here. I’ll talk to you later. Don’t wait up.”

“Okay, have fun.”

Colton smiled at the little heart Mason sent with the message, then looked up and put his phone away as the car pulled into an underground garage. He had been so focused on his messages he hadn’t paid attention to where they were going. They had definitely crossed the bridge into Manhattan, but he was lost from there. Not knowing where he was at made him feel trapped. What if he wanted to leave? He was sure he could find his way home, but it didn’t make him feel any less anxious.

The car drove through the garage, then pulled up next to the elevator where two big guys were waiting. Colton felt his nerves skyrocket, but he quickly hid it, not wanting them to think he was suspicious. One of the guys stepped forward and tugged the door open, motioning for him to step out. Colton got out and walked toward the other guy who was waiting in front of the elevator doors. When he was prompted for identification, he pulled out his wallet and handed his card over.

“Colton Pierce.”

Colton was just about to answer when he noticed the headset hooked to the guy’s ear. Whoever he was speaking to on the other end was obviously checking his credentials. After a minute the guy nodded and handed his ID back to him.

“Left hand, please.”

Colton wanted to ask why he wanted his hand, but he didn’t want to hesitate and f**k things up. He stretched it toward them, watching as the man slipped a red band around it. He was just about to ask what it was for but the man turned and hit the button for the elevator, then motioned for him to get in. Colton did so without question, watching as the doors closed and left him alone with only his reflection in the mirrored walls for company.

Colton grinned at himself. He looked damn good tonight. He had on a pair of tight pants that cradled his bulge enough to put it on display. It was what they wanted, so he figured he’d serve himself up on a silver platter for them. His black shirt was tight enough to show every muscle in his chest and back. He turned slightly, checking his ass in the mirror, then grinned when the red wristband caught his attention. It really completed the look, he thought with a laugh.

When the doors opened to a beautiful loft, similar to the one Barrick lived in, he looked around and smiled a little. Even though the place was huge and filled with people, the first thing he noticed was a big fish bowl full of condoms. All sizes, all colors, different ribs, different scents, and any taste you could imagine. Strawberry, Banana, Mango, Ice Cream... Bacon?

Eh!

He made a face and walked forward, nodding toward the gentleman who greeted him.

“Welcome. Please help yourself and get comfortable.” The guy rubbed his chest and kissed him on the lips.

Colton watched as the guy walked off. What a freak, he thought to himself. He wondered if everyone there was like him. Then again, if kissing and making out was the extent of his responsibilities for the evening, he’d be fine with that. He knew better though. It was never just kissing. Who paid someone two thousand dollars for a make out session?

Before he could walk any farther, he noticed another table to his right. The fishbowl on it contained some kind of white powder and the lady standing behind it was scooping it into folded cards. People were lined up for samples, taking the card and a straw before going on their way. He knew it was drugs. Cocaine, probably, but he could be wrong. He didn’t know enough about drugs to know them by sight.

“First time?”

Colton looked over at the guy who walked up along side of him. He took the glass of champagne he offered and took a sip. “Yeah. Just trying to get the feel of the party. Get my legs under me before I mingle. I don’t want to make myself look stupid or anything,” he said with a laugh.

The guy chuckled as he nodded, then held his hand out. “I’m Reid.”

“Colton,” he replied as he shook his hand, then followed Reid as he walked further into the loft.

“We have about twenty minutes until the party really starts. Do you have any questions?” He glanced back over at Colton.

“Any advice on how to get asked back?”

“It’s all about who you f**k. You want to impress these people because if you do, they’ll invite you to at least three or four parties a week. You can make a hell of a lot of money if you know what you’re doing.”

Colton thought about that. The only reason he had even remotely considered coming to this party was for the money. “How much do you make a week? If you don’t mind me asking.”

Reid glanced over and shrugged. “No, I don’t mind. I only do parties like this. I normally clear close to twenty-seven a week. They tip big once they get used to you. Most of them get so high and drunk they don’t keep track of where their money’s going. They hand it out like it’s water because they have so much of it they don’t care. You can make tips even from the people you don’t fuck.”

Colton was too busy processing the fact that this guy made twenty-seven thousand f*****g dollars a week to hear what else he was talking about. “Holy s**t! How do you make that much?”

Reid laughed and shrugged. “I just know who the big tippers are. I get to them first and show them a good time. It’s pretty simple. I like to be here early so my c**k is the first thing they see.”

Colton mulled that over as he drank his champagne. “How do you physically do it? How does your c**k still work at the end of the night?”

Reid pulled a tiny Ziplock bag out of his pocket and showed Colton the pills inside. “Viagra. If I can’t get hard and stay hard, I pop two of these and I can go all night long. Here,” he said as he turned and poured a few pills into Colton’s hand. “You keep those. You’ll need them before the night’s up.”

Colton doubted it, but he didn’t want to be rude. Never in his life had he struggled with getting hard, and tonight wouldn’t be the exception. He’d keep the Viagra, just in case. “Thanks man. What if I need more? Where would I find this s**t?”

“I supply them to the guys. If you need them, call me and I’ll get you a bottle.” Reid handed Colton a card with his name and number on it.

Colton slipped the card and the drugs into his pocket. “So, do they always have the parties here? Do the same people come every time?”

“Nah,” Reid popped a few pills in his mouth and drowned them with wine. “They’re held on yachts, at mansions in the Hamptons, lofts, hotels, wherever they want to hang out at. Not always the same people at every one, but eventually you’ll get to know the regulars.”

Colton looked around, noticing the different colored wristbands. “The wristbands, what do the colors mean?”

“Red,” Reid pointed at the one on his wrist, “is worn by workers from Casual’s or those supplied by Barrick personally. Green is worn by the staff who are unrelated to the activities, like the servers or suppliers.” He pointed to the lady handing out the cocaine and continued. “Black indicates VIP members and brown is for their guests. Each VIP member can bring up to four guests with them to each party. You’ll see that most people wear different colors alongside their mains. White, pink, and blue. White means you’re not into s*x but you like to flirt and have a good time. Wearing blue means you like to f**k men. Pink means you like to f**k women. Wearing them both...” Reid looked over. “Well, I’m sure you can figure that out.”

Colton ran his fingers through his hair as he pushed it back out of his face. “Yeah, I think I got it.”

They both laughed and Reid went silent so Colton could soak up all the information he’d given him.

Colton let out a deep breath and looked around the room again. There was a station for condoms, drugs, s*x toys, and anything else you could think of. Add to that the fact that there was an open bar serving every drink imaginable, and you had whatever you needed to get the party started. Colton had never seen this much s*x and drugs on display in his life. The only thing he had to compare it to was a party he’d gone to in high school where teenagers were high on weed and drunk off their asses, making out all over the place. This was more sophisticated and exaggerated, but the theme was about the same.

Colton glanced over at Reid. He was a handsome guy. Personally Colton thought he was better looking, but the way Reid held himself was full of confidence and assurance that he knew the game and played it well.

He thought about what he could do with the kind of money Reid made every week. He could move Mason and himself up town into a nice condo or maybe even a loft like this one. Tyson had done it. His situation was different, but the outcome was the same.

He could pay off his debt, his school loans included, maybe even invest in his own business if he wanted to. He smiled as he thought about the underbelly of this business. It really was all about the s*x.

If he could make at least ten grand a month just by having s*x with people, it more than made up for ignoring the morality and legality of it. He would embrace the s*x industry with open arms. He would only have to do it until he could make enough money to invest in something else. It would have to be enough of a constant profit to keep him afloat. Once he made a standing profit, he could quit Casual’s and put the time into his own business to make it shine.

“We should mingle.”

Reid’s voice cut through his thoughts, pulling him back to the present. “Thanks, Reid. It was nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Reid grinned and walked off, filtering through the crowd.

Colton waited until he was gone before going to the bar for a drink. He needed something harder than champagne if he wanted to loosen up enough to draw a crowd around himself.

He knew this was his only chance to get in good with these people, and he didn’t plan on wasting it.