Page 80 of The Professional
Someone knocked on the door.
“Fuck.” Rourke and Forrest both shot to their feet and grappled at their clothes, getting their pants on at least before the door opened and Conall stomped in, stopping halfway inside and taking in their half-dressed appearances.
He smirked. “Well then, you two have quite the libido. How does someone your age keep up with Forrest, Rourke?”
Rourke snorted. “I’m only five years older than him.”
“Really?” Conall made a face. “You’re only twenty-eight? Color me surprised. You act older.”
“I don’t know if I should be insulted by that or not.” Rourke snatched his shirt from the desk and cringed when he saw Forrest’s cum staining it, so he decided to ditch it. Conall had seen men in less dressed states. “How can I help you, sir?”
Forrest managed to grab his shirt and slip it on, but he still looked appropriately disheveled in all the right ways, and Rourke wanted to take him again, maybe in his chair this time. The thought would get him into trouble, though, so he returned his attention to Conall.
“I’m here about a couple of things actually. Can I take that chair in front of your desk, or will I be sitting in bodily fluids if I do?”
Rourke waved his hand at it, pursing his lips to hold back a laugh. “Unless Forrest can shoot his load like a basketball player, you’re fine in that chair.”
“I’m a pretty good shot, sweetheart,” Forrest retorted in amusement.
“You’re both disgusting.” Conall paused and then grinned and fell into the wingback chair in front of Rourke’s desk. “Disgustingly adorable, but disgusting nonetheless.”
“Says the one with a collar around his neck, and who has public sex.” Forrest blew a kiss at Conall.
“Didn’t see you complaining when you watched us at the party.” Conall winked.
Forrest opened his mouth and then shook his head. “I have no comeback. I did watch you very intently. You’re both hot.”
Rourke sighed. “When you’re done with the verbal volleyball, I believe you said you were here for a reason.”
“I did.” Conall crossed his legs and leaned back against the chair. “With good news actually. I’ve found a new whore for the Virtue.”
Rourke frowned. “I didn’t know we needed one.”
“We do. With Heaven’s OD and some structural reorganizing, we definitely do.”
“Structural reorganizing? This is the first I’ve heard about that.” Rourke took a seat in his chair and gestured for Forrest to sit on his knee, which Forrest did without complaint. “What do you mean?”
“I’d like to introduce you to Shell first. Shell, come in!” He shouted the last part at the door and it opened, a young man stepping inside. Rourke noted a blond man who looked so much like Forrest it wasn’t funny. They were almost identical with the same pixie face and blond hair. His smile was charming and gorgeous. He was a little shorter than Forrest, with a slim figure and high cheekbones. “This is Shell. He’s twenty and from Los Angeles. He came to New York City with his boyfriend, but the dickhead cheated on him, and now Shell has no home and no money.”
Shell moved farther into the room and raised his hand in a half wave. “Hello.”
“Okay….” Forrest stared between Conall and Shell. “What’s happening? He looks like me.”
“Exactly.” Conall crossed his arms and grinned smugly. “You make fun of me for being the boss’s pet, but that comes with strings I can pull very easily for the people I love. See, here’s the thing, Forrest, you’re my best friend, and if youtrulywant to leave the Virtue as a whore, all it took were a few blowjobs under the desk and a few….” He made hand jerking movements and pushed his tongue in his cheek. “Things can happen. Terrance will no longer be here. Leenock at the Hell’s Kitchen establishment has made his way up the ranks, and a position for a provocateur became available there. Instead of trying to search for one, Sloan and I decided Terrance would be perfect for it, leaving Rourke with the Virtue.”
“And I’m no longer a sex worker?”
“I’ve been given permission to rip the contract up, if that’s what you really want.” Conall looked mighty proud of himself with his arms crossed and the smile on his face. “But now the choice is yours.”
Forrest glanced at Rourke, gaze wide and unsure. “I wouldn’t have a job.”
“Not true,” Conall said. “Shell here needs some training. He’s great at deepthroating, oh don’t look at me like that, we tested him on Jamie. He’ll need a teacher for a few of the finer details. So… I took initiative as the supervisor of the whorehouses, and I created a new position. It’s called the Head of Professional Affairs.”
Rourke chuckled. “This sounds interesting. What does the Head of Professional Affairs do exactly?”
“Well, he’ll be the mediator between the provocateur and the professionals. If they have an issue, they’ll report to Forrest, and he’ll discuss it with you with confidentiality.” Conall raised his eyebrows, daring Rourke to challenge him.
“So he’s the workers’ union?” Rourke couldn’t keep the amusement out of his voice, even if he tried. He knew Conall created the position specifically for Forrest, but it was a pretty great idea. Most of the workers were too afraid to approach him, but if they had a former professional as the middleman, they might be more willing to speak up.
