Pretty Woman
by Bertie

Happy Birthday Ursula!

Pretty Woman by Bertie

Many thanks go to my superb betas: Jennie, Jessabelle, Jo, Vyper, Elaine, Laurie

And also thanks so much to Chad, Jax, Mich and Binky for their continual and
enthusiastic support! They were my fabulous cheerleaders!

*****

Alexander Vladimir Krycek was a successful and wealthy businessman. He bought
and sold corporations as easily as the average person bought and sold stuff on
the internet. It was second nature for him to take on giant company and reduce
it to rubble or have it consumed by other corporate giants. He was very good at
his job - a man seemingly above many things - but, as his 40's approached he
found himself longing for companionship, something that had eluded him through
most of his adulthood. No one seemed able to look beyond his wealth to the man
underneath.  He doubted he could ever find anyone who would look inside him to
who he really was.

There had been one person. A man he'd thought was his soul mate at one time in
his life. But that person turned out to be a gold digging cheat.  The worst part
was that Brad, his former boyfriend, had cheated on him with women. The asshole
hadn't even been honest about his sexuality, so he couldn't have been telling
the truth when he said that he only loved Alexander.

It was easy for Alexander to pack his bags and leave Brad in Chicago.  He hadn't
even thought twice about leaving the condo they had shared for five years in
Brad's possession. He decided that New York was definitely a better place for
him to utilize his special talents. It pained him though, that for every
business success, he was that much farther from finding true happiness.

The past few years, whenever he needed a companion for a social function, he'd
just hire a male escort. They usually knew how to behave at extravagant
functions and important business gatherings. Of course, he made sure to hire
only the best.

*****

Alexander sat in a temporary office on the top floor of the taller buildings in
New York. He was staring out at the beautiful cityscape contemplating how he
could ever find true love. His buzzer sounded and he wandered over to his desk
to answer it.

"Yes, Kim?"

"Mr. Martin is on line one, sir."

"Put him through, Kim."

From the speaker, his friend's voice called out, "Alex, my dear boy! How are
you?"

Alex smiled at the friendly voice. Marty was only ten years older than he was
but always treated Alex like one of his erstwhile sons.

"Marty, it's great to hear from you. How's Ben?"

Marty laughed. "His usual wicked self, Alex. I'm hosting a party tomorrow. You
must come. Everyone will be there, including her royal highness, Miss Warren."

Miss Elizabeth Warren was an elderly woman and one of the wealthiest women in
New Jersey. Alex had been trying to broker an agreement with her and one of the
industries she owned. It wasn't his only business prospect, but Alex liked to
win, liked to make deals that kept the market going all that more smoothly. He
knew if he could broker a deal with Miss Warren, he could take a long needed
vacation. Of course, he could have taken one at any time and been content to
wait for other opportunities, but the prospect of finally meeting her 'royal
highness,' as some liked to call her, was too big to pass up. This also would
give him a leg up over John Saunders who was his direct rival for the Hadden
business deal.

"Very well, Marty. I'd be delighted to come."

Marty laughed. "Great! And this time bring a date! You are more fun when you
have someone on your arm to impress."

Alex chuckled. "I'm not as lucky at finding someone to grow old with as you,
though, Marty. Are you and Ben going to do something special for your 20th?"

"Of course, Alex. But I don't want to make you feel sad…sunny beaches and hot
young things running around with skimpy-"

Alex laughed aloud, interrupting his friend's musings. "You two have fun then.
Don't worry about me and my dating problems. Anyway, I'll be getting that deal
from Miss Warren soon enough. Maybe I can join you two on that beach."

Marty grumped. "Only if you have someone to bring along with you, Alex."

Alex sighed. Marty acted like finding a date was easy. It never was for Alex. He
never told Marty that his dates lately were all paid for. He would have been too
ashamed. He remembered how wonderful it was to show off Brad in Chicago. The man
had been beautiful, a charmer and was instantly likable. Alex grumbled to
himself knowing he never realized how friendly Brad was to all the women he
flirted with. He'd always told Alex he was just trying to keep them occupied so
they wouldn't go after his man. His heart throbbed in his chest remembering the
day he learned how untrue his lover was to him. He thought he'd never be able to
trust anyone ever again.

He ended the call with Marty then called Steve. Steve Simons was an escort
service owner whom Alex had met at one of the many parties he attended. At one
time Alex even thought he could easily have fallen for him, but at the time he
was still getting over Brad and never made a move. Then later he learned Steve
had not only a lover but a wife and children, he was very glad he never tried to
make a move on the man.

Steve quickly took his call and assured Alex of a date for him, one of his best.

*****

Alex waited impatiently for his date in the lobby of his condo then realized he
wasn't sure what he'd told Steve about where to meet him.  He pulled out his
cell phone and speed dialed the number.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Krycek. Your date is running a bit late but will meet you
there."

"Very well, Jerry. Thanks." He put his cell phone back into his pocket and left
the lobby to the limo waiting for him. His dates had always been on time and he
couldn't believe that he had to wait for an escort. He shrugged, not thinking it
overly important.

Marty's estate was far away from the city and he wondered for a moment how his
date could make it there, but such a thought was dismissed summarily. If he
didn't have a date for Marty's party the only one disappointed would be Marty.

He looked over some stocks on his PDA then kept himself busy with stock
portfolios until they had arrived. His driver was a beautiful man he met one day
at his gym. He dated him for about two weeks when Carl told him he wasn't in
love with him…he just really needed a job. So Alex hired him as his driver. The
young man was going to school part time, and Alex decided to give Carl a break.
It wasn't as if Alex had been in love with the boy either.

Alex loved Marty's estate. It was sprawling and had plenty of places to have
garden parties. It seemed that most of the people were in the surrounding
gardens when Alex wondered how he'd recognize his date. He shrugged and was
about to go in search of Marty when old Miss Warren arrived with a man young
enough to be her great grandson beside her. She walked right up to Alex and
smiled.

"Well, it is good to meet you finally, Mr. Krycek. I've heard a lot about you."

The woman was amazingly sharp and Alex returned her smile. "It is definitely an
honor to meet you, Miss Warren."

"Come. I want you to meet my granddaughter, Marita. She will be taking over the
Hadden Enterprises when I retire."

Alex's eyebrows rose with that bit of news. Hadden Industries was exactly the
company he wanted to talk to Miss Warren about. It was also news to hear her
speak of retiring when she always said publicly she would never retire.

Alex followed Miss Warren and the young man by her side to a beautiful young
blond woman talking to Marty and a few others.

"Marita," Miss Warren called to her granddaughter, interrupting her
conversation. "Come meet Mr. Krycek. I think he has something he would like to
discuss with you."

Marita graciously left the others and went over to her grandmother and Alex.

"Mother Warren, you are looking well as always. Mr. Krycek, my grandmother has
informed me about your interest in Hadden Industries."

The young woman took his arm and led him away from her grandmother.

"Mr. Krycek, my grandmother is a very old fashioned woman, and she's under the
impression that in order for us to properly negotiate a business contract, we
should marry."

"Excuse me? Did I hear you correctly?"

"Yes, I think you did, Mr. Krycek. That is why she didn't want to speak with you
or meet you until she had a chance for us to meet. See, it is in my contract in
taking over her business. I have to be married. Coincidentally at the same time
she was drawing up the papers and training me in the business, she learned you
were seeking to negotiate with her. When she found out about you and your
background she thought you were the perfect groom for me."

Alex stared into the woman's beautiful blue eyes in shock. If Miss Warren had
really researched, she would have learned that he was gay. He was about to tell
Marita that when a tall brunette walked over to him.

"Mr. Krycek? I do believe I'm your date tonight."

Alex was grateful for the distraction and was only slightly upset that his date
was a woman rather than the man he was certain Steve knew to send him.

"Pleasure to meet you…er…."

"Oh, sorry. My name is Foxy." The woman smiled and it made her all the more
attractive but Alex began to wonder at how tall she was. She was easily his
height with the heels she wore. The beautiful red gown she wore showed off a
good bit of very long legs. When Alex took Foxy's hand he knew immediately that
Foxy wasn't a woman after all. He could see the Adam's apple that wasn't
completely covered by the scarf around her neck.

He wondered what Steve was playing at having his date dress up like a woman…but
then it might be for the best. If Miss Warren expected him to just marry her
granddaughter for a contract negotiation, she was crazy.

"Hope I wasn't interrupting anything," said Foxy politely.

"Oh, Marita, this is Foxy. My date."

Marita greeted Foxy politely but seemed a bit miffed that the conversation
between herself and Alex was cut short.

"Well, Mr. Krycek, I think we need to talk more about our business venture
later. I will leave you to your date."

Alex winced but said, "Please call me Alex, Marita."

"Very well, Alex." She nodded her head and left them.

Alex sighed. "I'm so glad you came when you did, Foxy. I was about to lose it in
front of all these people."

"Oh? The business deal going sour?"

Alex smiled at how easily Foxy had paid attention to what was said.

"You could say that."

"Sorry about the dress. My previous date always wants me in a dress when he
takes me to hotels. He doesn't want anyone to know that he's fucking a man."

Alex's brows lifted. Rarely would a date reveal anything about their other
'dates.'

"The man is hung like a horse and, boy, he can wear you out. You know what they
say about bald men…with him it's very true."

Alex didn't know what to say but kept moving his date away from Marita and her
odd grandmother.

"Hey, you have amazing eyes...anyone ever tell you that? I bet they have!"

Alex was perplexed by such a talkative date. Most of the escorts he had
previously were subdued and let him lead in talk and everything else. It wasn't
necessarily how it had to be, just seemed the way tricks expected escorts to
behave and vice versa.

"You seem very quiet; I usually have to shut up until my date lets me talk. Boy
that can be frustrating...."

Alex laughed. He couldn't help it. Foxy was just too much. The escort wasn't at
all what he expected or what he was used to but Foxy definitely was making him
feel much better.

He saw the hurt look on the made-up face of Foxy and started to say, "Would you
mind..." then changed his mind and pulled the escort closer and kissed him
soundly before he could say another word.

His mouth lingered over that full lower lip, wanting to nibble on it, but pulled
away. It had been a while since he had kissed someone with lipstick. He smiled
at the dazed look on Foxy's face, making his date even more attractive, if that
were possible.

Just then someone cleared their throat. Alex turned to see Marita there.

"I'm sorry to take you from your date but, if you really intend for my
grandmother to work with you, you have to at least put up an appearance of
liking me."

Foxy's eyes widened, not sure what the woman meant but it seemed the woman
definitely planned to step in to take his 'date' from him.

"Um, if you don't mind, Miss...but Alex and I were just talking."

Marita smiled beguilingly at Foxy and said ominously, "I am not as gullible as
some, Alex, but my grandmother could easily see that Foxy here is not a
lady...."

Foxy gasped loudly. "How dare you!"

"I dare quite a bit, Foxy...I may be a lesbian, but I do know a man in a dress
when I see one."

Alex's eyebrows shot up at learning that. Marita was a dyke? Then why was she
telling him...did she really want this marriage?

Alex took a hold of Foxy before he could strike Marita and asked her, "So, you
want to marry me purely for the business, is that right, Marita?"

"Yes, but it won't work if you stay with Foxy the entire evening."

Alex was at an impasse. He definitely wanted to spend more time with Foxy, but
he also wanted to scheme with Marita if they both wanted to get their business
needs met.

"Foxy, I think I need to stay here and be with Marita for a while. I won't be
long, I promise."

Foxy pouted but then nodded his head.

"I will have my driver take you to my place. Make yourself at home."

Alex and Foxy went to where his car was parked; his driver was studying for an
exam in the front seat.

Carl sat up when he noticed they were there and asked, "Home, Mr. Krycek?"

"Carl, this is Foxy, my date for the evening. Could you take him to my place?
Come back after you have a break. I should be finished in about an hour."

"Very well, Mr. Krycek." Carl didn't know what to think of Alex's date. He'd
never seen Alex with a woman before. He didn't even register than Alex had
called Foxy a 'him' until after he was driving down the road.

Marita waited patiently while Alex took care of his date. She was glad he
decided to follow his instincts and stay with her. She smiled at him when he
returned and linked her arm with his.

"This isn't bad at all, Alex. I promise that once my grandmother has her wishes
met, we can have ours met."

He nodded; looking a bit pensive then asked her, "Are you involved with anyone?"

"Yes, and the funny thing is; Mother Warren knows I am. She has met Monica
before. She seemed to approve of our relationship until I finished college.
That's where I met her, Alex. She's more than just a girlfriend to me. I want to
be her life partner. But I am not naive in thinking my grandmother would ever
approve of our relationship as anything more than temporary."

Marita's voice had become soft as it became more wistful and Alex realized this
crazy arrangement wouldn't just be affecting his life. He found the notion of
marrying someone for a business deal ridiculous but he wanted the deal, and
marriages could be annulled.

"I want to be sure I understand what you are saying. If we go through with
this...get married as your grandmother wishes, then we would have an open
marriage? I could be with my lover and you could be with yours?"

Marita's beautiful face screwed up with a sour expression. "Yes, it certainly
isn't what I had planned for myself, Alex. Having an open marriage with a gay
man isn't the way I see my future."

Alex nodded, in total agreement with that statement. He certainly never expected
to be engaged to a lesbian, either.

*****

The next hour was horrible. All Alex wanted to do was return to his place to be
with Foxy but Miss Warren had other ideas.

"You two look so good together. I am glad Harold is taking pictures. I wouldn't
want to forget the first day you two met." She had a big grin that looked
positively evil to both Marita and Alex.

Just before Alex was about to leave, Miss Warren dropped a bombshell. "Your
children will be so beautiful."

Alex nearly had a fit right then and there. Marita coughed loudly and glared at
her grandmother.

Marita whispered to Alex before he bolted, "I'll call you tomorrow. We have to
decide how this is going to work; otherwise, my grandmother will take over
everything."

Alex nodded; relieved he would be leaving them. He wanted to kiss Carl when he
saw him drive up.

"Well, Miss Warren, it certainly has been a pleasure but I really must-"

"I saw that tart you were with earlier, Alex. You will not bring her around my
granddaughter again. Is that understood?"

Alex nearly choked. "Perfectly."

"Goodbye, Mr. Krycek."

With that, Alex rushed toward his car and jumped in the back seat. Carl sped
away from the place and Alex smiled.

"Carl, expect a bonus this week in your pay."

"Thanks, Mr. Krycek."

He sat back and stared at the back of Carl's head, not believing he had just
brokered a business deal by offering to wed a lesbian just so he wouldn’t let
Saunders get it. If Saunders had been there beforehand, he probably wouldn’t
have been happy with Marita being with her lesbian lover. He smirked at his
silly train of thought. Yeah, that's the reason why I'm doing this; I'm saving
poor Marita from a bigot like Saunders. He let his head fall back, suddenly
feeling drained, emotionally. But for some odd reason it actually felt good.

*****

Foxy gaped at the luxurious condo. The man was loaded, no doubt about it. The
first thing he did was kick off the high heels. He wandered over to a closet
after nonchalantly entering the master bedroom accidentally on purpose. He
opened the large walk in closet and gaped again. Loads and loads of expensive
suits lined the closet. He looked down at his marked down dress and sighed. His
fingers itched. He had to try one on. The guy was certainly his height and had
roughly the same build.

He rushed to the bathroom, washing the gunk off his face with some cold crème
from his purse. He pulled the wig and dress off, then the stockings and the
little cloth that pressed his cock uncomfortably against his body. He kept the
woman's underwear on; for some odd reason he liked it and his previous trick got
hot seeing his cock through the sheer panties.

He rushed back to the closet, uncertain when his date would come home. He wanted
to try on at least one of those expensive suits if it was the last thing he did
tonight. He'd give the guy one of his special blowjobs if he didn't get upset at
his forwardness. He found a beautiful dark blue double breasted suit. The thing
had to be worth more than he made in a month, he was certain of it. He took the
suit coat off its hanger and ran its lovely cloth against his body. He smirked.
His cock was twitching at the feel of the thing. It knew luxury when it felt it.
He went over to the full length mirror at the end of the closet and pressed the
suit to his chest, seeing if it would fit. He shrugged his shoulders, and
quickly unbuttoned it to put his arms through the sleeves. He purred, loving the
feel of it against his skin.

"Gorgeous," he declared to himself when he saw his reflection in the mirror.

He wondered if he should be brazen enough to greet Mr. Krycek at the door in
just the suit coat. Somehow he thought it wouldn’t turn out as he would like.

He wandered back to the bathroom and noticed another door further down. He
opened it and saw a Jacuzzi. He sighed. Boy would he love to spend some quality
time here. He decided he would be extra good and make sure his date was well
satisfied so he would ask for him again. He would have to make certain he
fulfilled all the man's fantasies.

He padded quickly back to the bedroom and hurriedly put the suit coat back on
its hanger. He looked wistfully at it then shut the closet door and went back
into the living room. He looked down at himself. All he had on was a sheer pair
of women's underwear. Maybe he was being too obvious. He needed a robe or
something…He padded back to the bathroom and found a robe but looked for
another. Finding one more, he wrapped it about him then went back to the living
room and sat on the plush white couch.

He was too keyed up to eat but he needed something to wet his palette, so he
wandered over to the large mini bar and served himself a shot of whiskey, hoping
it would loosen him up enough to perform better. He hoped he hadn’t come on too
strong to the lesbian. All he needed was for Mr. Krycek to be upset that his
date was so catty to his possible future bride. Rich people were more than
eccentric, they were just plain weird. No doubt about it. A lesbian and gay man
being each other's beards. What was it? 1950?

He sighed. There were far more important things in the world. Foxy had other
plans for himself. He would definitely not marry and he would either help his
friends with their foundling paper or possibly move to California where being an
actor's assistant could be just as glamorous as being an escort.

The door opening invaded his private musings and he went over to greet Mr.
Krycek at the door.

The man was definitely a looker. A definite plus for an escort. Foxy had long
ago given up on trying to figure out why some of the sexiest men felt a need to
pay for sex. It just didn’t make sense to him and it never would.

"Hey, I made myself at home as you said…" he began but was abruptly cut off when
the man grabbed him and pulled him to his body.

"You are a sight for sore eyes, Foxy." That soft mouth covered his and Foxy let
him lead in the kiss. Clearly the man didn’t mind that he borrowed one of his
robes…but it hardly mattered because soon it was on the floor as the man's hands
were running down his back to cup his ass in his hands. Mr. Krycek had soft
hands as well. Foxy hoped he was hard elsewhere, but as the man pressed their
groins together, he realized the man *was* very hard elsewhere.

Alex pulled away to catch a breath and said, "Undress me."

Foxy quickly began to open the man's expensive dark gray suit while loosening
the conservative power tie. Meanwhile Alex's hands were roaming all over Foxy's
body, very grateful that the escort was long and lean and very sexy. He would
definitely be giving Steve a bonus for such a wonderful date. Before Foxy could
take his coat off, he bent and claimed one nipple. Foxy's eyes rolled up in his
head. Damn, why did some men just know where to go to make him boneless?
Sometimes it just wasn't fair.

Alex pulled away when he noticed Foxy had stopped moving. He smiled at the dazed
look on the escort's face. Good, an erogenous zone. Some place to remember for
later, Alex thought.

"Sorry…" Foxy mumbled and began to pull off Alex's coat. He laid it over the
sofa, glad he wasn’t given a frown for it. Some dates could be tricky about how
tidy they expected their escorts to be.

Foxy sighed to himself when he returned from the sofa. The man was well shaped.
No doubt about it. His previous date was more muscular but older. Mr. Krycek on
the other hand was his age if not younger and had an amazing body. Whoever was
the man's boyfriend was one lucky son of a bitch, he thought.

He pulled the white shirt from his gray pants after unbuttoning and kissing the
flesh that was revealed to him. He had done this plenty of times to other men.
This man, though, he definitely wanted to impress. Seeing the indentation of the
man's navel, he thrust his tongue into it, making the man's abdomen ripple. Foxy
nearly hyperventilated. It was so fucking sexy. Alex coughed then smiled.

"No more of that…I'm ticklish."

Foxy's eyebrows shot up. If he was the man's lover…he would get positively cruel
with that knowledge.

Alex grinned, almost reading the other man's thoughts in the twinkle of those
hazel almond shaped eyes.

"Maybe later," he offered with a twinkle of his own.

Foxy needed to calm himself before he tackled the man's pants. It was clearly
becoming less of a job and more of a pleasure to do this. That usually bothered
him, but not this time.

In frustration, Alex pulled that beautiful face back up to his own, wanting to
taste him all over again. The escort tasted like honey and beer. An odd
combination that seemed to boost Alex's libido, strangely enough. But the rest
of him was even headier and Alex soon tasted every square inch of him before he
even had a chance to take his own pants off.

When he came to the sheer panties, he almost wanted to giggle. He looked up from
where he was kneeling to Foxy's glazed eyes and lifted his brows then pointedly
looked at his escort's crotch.

Foxy smiled. "What can I say…Walter likes to see me in women’s underwear."

Alex saw the reason right away. Foxy’s long cock was caressed quite erotically
by the sheer silk panties and, as he became aroused, stretched the underwear
tightly, showing off the man's assets very well.

Foxy’s eyes widened when Alex began to lick the length of him through the silky
material. He groaned. Damn, he was better at it than even Walter.

He wasn't sure if he could remain standing up. He did have a long session
earlier with Walter, but that usually had never stopped him from being with one
other person before the day was over with. Luckily his date seemed to know what
he wanted and moved them over to the couch.

Seeing the trembling in Foxy's long legs had decided it for Alex. He wanted
those legs to be firmly wrapped around his body before he was finished with him.

Alex pulled away for a moment to demand, "Turn over."

Foxy did so, and Alex's heart nearly stopped. He lifted the man's ass up and
groaned at the delicious sight before him. He wanted his cock inside him
yesterday. He couldn’t help it. He ran his tongue down the man's crack, hating
the fact he had to taste the fabric, but loved the feel of the warm skin that
seeped through the material.

Not being able to hold out for long, Alex pulled a condom and a packet of lube
from his wallet. Pulling down the sheer material, he fumbled for a bit then
finally managed to get his cock gloved and lubed. Anointing the rest of his
fingers, he had to look away as his finger sank into that tight ring of flesh.
As he added more fingers quickly, Foxy began to hump on them. Unable to stand it
any longer, Alex bit back another groan as he pressed the head of his cock
against the loosened hole.

The trembling of Foxy's ass was just too much. He grasped the lean hips in his
hands and rammed inside the hole forcefully. Foxy grunted as he visibly
submitted to the onslaught. Alex bent down over the now sweat-covered back and
nibbled on the long neck. Foxy's smell and taste was driving him insane with
lust. He rarely chose the same escort again, but he already knew he would ask
for Foxy specifically when he wanted an escort again.

Biting down on the muscular shoulder as he angled just so to tickle the man's
prostate, he reveled in the sounds his actions caused.

Foxy was delirious, usually he didn’t mind the forcefulness of some of his dates
but rarely had he gotten such a thrill from it either. He hoped he was to the
man's liking because he certainly wouldn’t mind being with him more often. The
man clearly was loaded and Foxy had no qualms about receiving gifts from Mr.
Krycek. As his cock was mercilessly pumped over and over again to the rhythm of
the thrusts, his last thought before he came was 'maybe I can even put up with
no gifts'….

Alex gasped as the tight hole clenched down on him. He tried for one more
thrust, froze for a bit then came loudly. He fell atop the slick with sweat back
and dozed for a short moment.

When Foxy came to, he was shocked. He had actually blacked out. It had been a
long time since that had happened. He felt the warm weight of Mr. Krycek on his
back and almost hated to disturb him but he had to piss badly. Then he felt soft
kisses on his shoulder.

"You were wonderful, Foxy. Want a shower?"

Alex's voice was deep and sexy, turning Foxy into goo.

"Yes, please."

Alex scrambled off him and the couch then held his hand out to Foxy who took it
and was pulled into a big hug and a kiss that scorched his mouth. The man knew
how to kiss, no doubt about that.

"May I…?" he asked.

Alex waved Foxy away to do his business in the bathroom then Alex wandered into
the kitchen to get some water.

Foxy returned to the living room to find him doing some form of yoga. He grinned
widely, wondering if Mr. Krycek could blow himself. As he moved closer, his foot
was grabbed and he gasped.

"You have sexy feet, Foxy."

Foxy's eyebrows shot up and he cried out as his toes were licked. He knew rich
men always had fetishes. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad though. Alex was showing
him exactly how talented his mouth was as he sucked and tongued Foxy's big toe.
That tongue seemed to speak directly to Foxy's cock and balls, which is where he
wanted it desperately.

Alex knew what those glazed eyes and parted lips meant. He smiled and began to
kiss, lick and nibble upwards. Foxy moaned as his legs parted, giving the other
man better access to his inner thighs. Just before the man's tongue touched his
cock, he pulled away and said, "Time for that shower."

Foxy groaned in protest but offered his hand to help the other man up from the
floor. Alex smiled and let his escort help him balance as he stood. He kept a
hold of that hand and pulled the owner towards the bathroom.

When Alex began to move toward the shower, Foxy's eloquent nose seemed to point
toward the Jacuzzi. Alex smiled and nodded, letting Foxy lead him to it.

The man looked good from all angles, Alex decided. In every possible direction
the man was sexy and delicious. 'Where had Steve been hiding this one?' thought
Alex. 'That ass was meant to be fucked.'

Alex let Foxy pull his pants off, the whole time the man's beautiful almond
shaped hazel eyes remained on his. Alex's heart was speeding up; feelings of
possession seemed to take over. Alex had never felt such feelings toward an
escort, only a lover. He pushed aside such thoughts when those long nimble
fingers took hold of his cock. The escort was a definite professional, no doubt
about that. Curiosity peeked out of the corners of his consciousness and he
wondered what Foxy did when he wasn’t looking pretty and being fucked for money.
That thought certainly came from left field. He pressed his lips to those pouty
ones to cover his confusion. Then his hand wandered down to take a hold of
Foxy's pretty cock.

Foxy pulled away to gasp. This man was a down right tease, but he was certain he
could live through it.

Alex pulled away, trying to run from the temptation of tasting the other man's
precum.

"I want to feel you in the water," he bluffed.

"Yes, sir," Foxy breathed sexily.

Alex stopped him before he got in the water and said, "Call me Alex, Foxy."

"Thank you," whispered Foxy before pressing his mouth to the other man's.

They walked together toward the Jacuzzi and stepped in. Alex sat down and Foxy
immediately straddled him and purred as the water swirled over his skin. Alex's
fingers ran down the long back as he watched a shiver run through the other
man's body. His hand moved around to their front and he grasped the long cock
just out of his own cock's reach. He pressed them together and began to slide
his hand up and down slowly.

Foxy bent back his head as he reveled in the feel of that stroking hand. Alex
licked at Foxy's irresistible neck, causing a moan to sound from that throat.
Alex's tongue felt the long sleek muscles work when Foxy swallowed, as it
quested for more of the sexy man's flavor. As his Adam's apple was nibbled on,
the escort squirmed, pressing his half hard cock against the other man's hard
abs.

Alex's body was awhirl with sensation but in the back of his mind, he wanted
this more often. The sense of closeness he rarely felt. Part of him scoffed at
the notion that he could find companionship in the arms of a paid date. Another
part of himself could put up with that cold, hard fact when he was touching
someone as delicious as the one in his arms. He was very grateful that the
flicking of Foxy's tongue over his nipple distracted him from the thoughts.

He looked down at the man licking his skin and realized instantly it was only a
desperate need to be with the right person that made him think even for a second
that this escort was that person. He shook his head, laughing at himself inside.
How foolish does a rich man have to be? Money could never buy him love, only
pleasure. He would just have to live with that for the time being. Such thoughts
were infinitely better than thinking about his upcoming engagement to Miss
Warren's granddaughter, which was definitely a hindrance. He leaned back,
exposing more of his erection, letting the professional do his job with his most
fabulous tongue.

Foxy wondered, as he went down on Alex, what he could do to ensure that this man
would become a regular. He was certain the perks from this man would be more
than he ever received before. Without a doubt, the sexy body was its own reward,
but Foxy was way too smart to let himself be distracted by such things. He was
here for a job and that was what he was going to do. He was well paid for how
well he did that job and usually had return customers.

Before he could really get into it, Alex pulled him off him.

"No…."

Foxy looked puzzled then licked his softly swollen lips, taking in the flavor of
the man.

"I don't want you to feel obligated to do that for me, Foxy, unless you really
want to. Then I think you should put a condom on me."

"Oh, sure…" Foxy rose from the water, going to get a condom, but then Alex's
arms wrapped around him and his tongue began to play with Foxy's navel. The
escort's eyes closed, enjoying the sensuous feel of the tongue lapping at him.
After a short moment, he cleared his throat.

"Wouldn’t you rather I do that for you?"

The man continued for a moment longer then whispered against his wet skin, "No."

The vibration sent a shiver down his spine and Foxy felt weak in the knees. "I
need to…" he murmured then sat back down, straddling the man's lap once more.

Alex immediately began to suckle on a pulse point in the escort's long neck.
Foxy had to admire his tenacity. He was not deterred at all by the change of the
terrain. The man was definitely oral, no doubt about it. When teeth and tongue
reached a nipple, Foxy gasped aloud. He felt like he would be eaten alive. He
pondered that for just a second and realized it wasn’t as bad as he thought at
first.

Foxy realized that, as Alex was pushing his upper body back, the other man's
cock was fitting snugly between his open legs while Foxy's own cock was rubbing
deliciously over the man's hard abs. 'Okay, this could work,' thought the escort
as Alex began to thrust his hips just right.

Alex loved the feel of those sexy legs wrapped about him as he tasted Foxy's
skin and rubbed his cock against the squirming groove between the escort's balls
and his backside. 'What was the name of that bit of skin?' Alex wondered in the
back of his mind; concentrating on keeping the not so small man in his lap so
the wonderful contact remained. 'Perineum,' he remembered suddenly, then almost
giggled aloud. It was a good thing his mouth was full of Foxy skin…but that
thought definitely broke his control and he giggled aloud.

The escort looked askance at the giggling millionaire and reminded himself,
'Rich men are NOT crazy just eccentric.'

He squeezed his eyes closed just as a wave of pleasure crashed through him and
he spasmed, his hips jerking wildly.

Alex watched Foxy cum in awe. The escort's clenched face was blotched and sweaty
but he looked simply spectacular to the businessman. He held the long body
against him as Foxy recovered and when his eyes met those hazel beauties, they
kissed.

Foxy felt the evidence that the businessman was still sporting and he wiggled,
but Alex took Foxy's hand and pressed it to his flesh. The escort immediately
began to jerk him off expertly, but Alex slowed his hand, keeping control over
the rhythm. Their eyes remained on each others as they both slowly sent Alex
over the edge. Foxy watched wide-eyed as the man came, trying to maintain eye
contact as he did so. Those beautiful green eyes rolled up inside his head and
Alex gasped before shutting his eyes.

The man was drop dead gorgeous. Foxy would be a fool to let him slip through his
fingers. Rich, gorgeous and considerate.  Anyone's fantasy come true. He would
just have to be extra good to the living fantasy.

Alex pressed the long lean body against his and sighed. He could easily get used
to having this man in his arms. He wanted to ask Foxy if he was attached, but he
felt awkward. He didn’t want to infringe on the escort's privacy. For all Alex
knew Foxy could be married with three kids and a dog. He snorted at the sudden
image of Judy Tenuta snapping, "It could happen."

When Alex woke the next day, he smiled widely, thrilled that for the first time
in a very long while he woke feeling so relaxed and happy. He reached over to
touch the source of his happiness then remembered that Foxy couldn’t stay all
night but he did remain in Alex's arms until he fell asleep.

Alex let his head fall back on the pillow. Foxy was too delicious to let go. He
grabbed the phone and immediately dialed Steve's number.

"Yah," came the sleepy voice on the other line.

"Steve! You must tell me about Foxy…."

"Alex? You had a good time with Foxy?"

"Yes, I did. I must see him again. When is he available?"

"Uh, I'm not sure right now, Alex. I'm at home. It's 8:30 in the morning."

"Oh, uh, could you at least tell me about him?"

"What do you mean?"

"Is he attached? What does he do in his spare time-?"

"Alex, you know I can't give information like that about one of my escorts. I
lead a discreet professional service. You know that."

Alex sighed. Yes, he knew how discreet Steve was. There was a tip going around
that a rival for a business had kinky sex with several barely adult girls
through Steve's escort service. At the time, Alex had asked Steve to tell him if
it was true. Steve had refused.

"I know." Alex sighed. "I just want to make sure he will be available this
weekend. There is an important event that I would like him to attend with me."

Steve didn’t reply at first. Then he said, "Okay, Alex. I'll find out if he's
free and get back with you."

"Thanks, Steve."

They hung up and Alex felt that he had revealed too much about his desire for
the escort. Steve could probably tell he was a bit too interested in Foxy. He
shrugged and went to make breakfast for himself.

*****

Marita called him on his cell phone later that day after a few meetings with
potential clients and heads of industry. Alex daydreamed about taking a trip to
Tahiti like he used to take with Brad. He wanted to take another lover to erase
the memory of Brad from that beautiful place. Foxy would be the perfect person
to take there. His mind on that beautiful man in a Speedo all golden from the
sun was interrupted.

"Alex, we should meet to strategize this engagement. Knowing Mother Warren, if
we don’t act soon, she will be handling all the arrangements herself."

Alex sighed. The woman was beautiful and he could do much worse in a future
bride, no matter how much a sham it would be.

"I'm free this afternoon, Marita. Where should I meet you?"

"Mother Warren's limo shall pick you up, Alex. She demanded to at least be
involved that much."

Alex groaned. "Damn, Marita, did you have to tell her?"

"She was the one who insisted on the meeting, Alex. Believe me, Monica and I
were a little upset at her interrupting our affairs with her schemes."

"I will be ready at 1pm."

"Clara, my driver, will be there promptly."

They hung up and Alex wondered if he really thought marriage was a good idea
just for a business deal, even if it meant screwing Saunders out of the deal.
Sometimes he wondered what it would be like to fuck that asshole against a wall.
'The fucker probably would enjoy it,' he growled to himself.

He made some calls and prepared for his date with Marita. He wondered briefly if
her lover would be there as well. For some odd reason his cock twitched at the
idea of two women together and he snorted. Little Alex had a mind of its own
when it came to sex sometimes.
'Down boy,' he thought to himself. 'You need your rest for our plans with Foxy
this weekend.' His cock seemed to wag its tail in utter agreement at that
thought.
 

*****

Foxy answered the phone, just having finished his lunch before going out to see
his friends in their headquarters. They were a paranoid bunch, but Foxy always
had the hots for Byers, though sadly, the man was straight as a pin.

"Hello?"

"Foxy, how are you?"

"Uh oh, what's it this time? Frank wants me to wear a diaper again?"

"No, nothing like that, Foxy. I just wanted to ask you if you are free this
weekend—the whole weekend."

"You taking me somewhere, Steve? How sweet of you!"

Steve knew Foxy was just pulling his leg, though in many ways he wished he *was*
taking the sexy escort he had known and worked with for three years. Foxy was
sex on two long legs and he would love if the escort would fall for him, but he
was too much a realist to think the jaded man would ever love him. Foxy was very
independent and had balked at any signs of attentiveness on Steve's part.

"I wish I was, Foxy. Though Mister Krycek would love your company this weekend.
He wants to show you off at an important function. I told him I would find out
if you were free. Are you?"

"Hmm, should I stay at home and wax my chest or spend the weekend with a rich
hottie? Duh, the hottie wins every time, Steve."

"Great. Mister Krycek is a good friend of mine, Foxy. I know he treats the
escorts he dates well. I will call later with any details, okay? I hope you have
fun, Foxy."

"Thanks, Steve!" Foxy kissed the phone a few times then hung up.

Tomorrow he would have a 'date' with his doctor. The man knew how to check for
his prostate all too well. He grinned at that thought and wondered if his doctor
would recommend the high colonic again. The man was obsessed with Foxy's colon.
If he weren’t so damned cute, Foxy would have changed doctors long ago.

*****

Alex saw the white limo with a large woman in the front seat. He knew it had to
be Marita's driver. Clara nodded her head at him when he moved closer then got
out and opened the door for him. She was easily his height and had shoulders
that rivaled his own. Alex smiled, wondering if Marita had dated her first like
he had his driver. For all her bulk, she was graceful in her movements. He
wondered if she was a gymnast.

He opened his laptop and worked a bit to pass the time.

"Here we are, sir." The woman's voice was a deep sexy mezzo soprano that
resonated in him. If Clara were a man….

The mansion they had driven to was amazing. He now understood why she would
allow her grandmother to decide her future. Marita had to be used to such luxury
that not having it would probably be anathema to her.

The door was opened just as he stepped up to it. The butler was there to show
him to a sitting room where the afternoon sun filtered through a large bay
window. A large Persian cat lay on a pillow in the window, sleeping soundly.
Marita stood as he entered the room and shook his hand.

"Good to see you again, Alex. Please sit down."

Her bright blue eyes were serious as they sat down opposite each other. She
sighed and stated, "Well, Mother Warren strikes again. She cannot abide not
being a part of everything we do, Alex. I swear she would plan when we have sex
if she could."

Alex shuddered. "What?"

"Don't worry. I have no intentions of raping you, which is basically what she
described to me when I reminded her you were gay."

Alex didn’t know what to say. "Uh, thanks, I guess."

"She's getting older and wants to see her favorite granddaughter happily married
with children before she dies. I don’t know how I became so lucky to be her
favorite granddaughter. I think she's just upset that I have stubbornly remained
with my female lover since I graduated."

Alex laughed nervously. "Aren't you her only granddaughter?"

Marita sighed. "Yes. Though her grandson, Eli, wants to have a sex change
operation, she chose me."

Alex felt at a loss. "She wants us to have sex?"

"She said that no one should marry unless the partners are intimate before the
wedding. Personally, I think she's just trying to force her control over us. She
thinks if we have sex, we will automatically want each other and never look at
same sex lovers again. But, more than likely, it doesn’t really matter as long
as she controls things."

Alex shook his head, wondering if his desire to be controlled by Miss Warren
outweighed his desire to beat his rival.

She saw his pensive look and smiled reassuringly. "Don’t worry. I have no
intention of having sex with you. Monica would be highly upset if she knew I had
sex with any man. She is rather possessive."

He hoped he didn’t show too visibly his relief at that comment. She reached over
to where a small cigarette case lay on the small coffee table between them.

"Do you mind? Mother Warren hates that I smoke and blames Monica for it. I think
this is partly why she decided that my life was hers to control. She felt I was
unable to pick the perfect mate for myself, so she decided she could do a better
job."

Alex shook his head. "No, feel free."

Marita smiled softly then retrieved a long cigarette from its silver case and
lit it with the gold lighter that sat beside it. Two Ms intimately entwined
graced the sides of both items. She inhaled deeply then blew the smoke out. Alex
was curious as to the scent of the cigarette.

She winked at Alex.

"These are healthier for you than tobacco cigarettes. I have tried to get Monica
out of the habit by using these. The only concession she will make is with
marijuana. These are very mild and hardly give you a buzz."

She saw the look on his face then passed it to him. "It's not really the leaves
but the paper used to wrap the cigarette that is the most carcinogenic. These
are not made with paper at all."

He puffed a bit on it and, though the taste was unusual, it was pleasant and
didn’t irritate his throat as much as a regular cigarette. He passed it back to
her.

"You have to be careful with these. They can give you a headache if you aren’t
used to them."

They smoked for a bit then started giggling.

"Can you imagine my grandmother expecting us to have children? I don’t know—I
swear I think she wants us to fuck in front of her as proof!"

They laughed at that. And he smiled broadly. "Hey, I wouldn’t have minded the
boy who was with her…."

"Do you know that's Thomas, her grandnephew? The poor boy has to be paraded
around like he's her boy toy."

Alex snorted. "The poor boy. Send him to me; I wouldn’t mind him being my boy
toy."

Marita shook her head. "Uh uh, Alex. He's straight as a pin and I will not have
you corrupting my cousin no matter how distantly." She began to giggle at that.

"I bet he would prefer me to his great aunt."

She giggled again. "Anyone would be preferable to my grandmother!"

He laughed at that in agreement.

"Hey, I think I would have a good chance at changing your cousin's mind…."

She looked shrewdly at Alex and finally nodded, conceding that point.

"You probably could. Probably even convince a lesbian to go over to the dark
side." She snickered.

"Really?"

She smiled at him so prettily he couldn’t stop himself; he moved closer and
kissed her lips softly at first then more passionately.

The clearing of someone's throat didn’t stop them then a loud, "Hey, what is
this?" made them pull away in consternation. A beautiful dark haired woman, as
dark as Marita was light, stood with her hands on her hips. Alex immediately
decided the woman was Monica, looking at them sternly. Alex's face flushed
darkly and Marita's face reddened bright as an apple.

"I—Monica, it isn’t what you think. I gave him some of the cigarette and…."

"Marita that is an innocent herbal cigarette, not a bit of marijuana is in it!"

Marita's eyes widened then she turned to Alex, who looked just as surprised at
her, then they both burst out laughing.

Monica still had her hands on her hips when they stopped momentarily then
started again when she was about to speak. She looked on at them in
consternation. They finally stopped their giggle fit and Marita rose and kissed
her lover on the cheek.

"Monica, this is Alex Krycek. He has agreed to marry me for the business."

Monica still didn’t look happy but she moved to reach her hand out to him. He
rose and took her hand and kissed the back of it. She didn’t look impressed at
all.

"Are you finished with Marita? Can I have her back now?"

Alex nodded. "Of course, she is yours. I – I'm in love with someone else. A
man…."

Monica's brows rose and she smiled. "Glad to hear it."

"Would you like to stay for dinner, Alex? Or do you have plans?"

"Uh, actually, I don’t have a plan for this evening."

"Wonderful, then I will tell the cook to add another guest for tonight."

Monica gave a stern look of warning to Alex, but she didn’t say a word. The
dinner was pleasant enough but Alex could feel the glares from Monica. When he
left, he was glad to be out from under the evil eye of Marita's lover.

*****

The next day he received a phone call from Steve confirming the arrival of Foxy
at his place at 6pm on Friday night. He wondered if the slight deception he had
given Steve would come back to haunt him. After a moment's fret, he shrugged his
shoulders and thought as long as Steve was paid, he shouldn’t complain.

He made sure that all of his business transactions were taken care of well in
advance of Friday evening. He also made sure that Marita wouldn’t call him
during the upcoming weekend. He wanted to make it extra special for Fox and
himself.

Finally, when the evening arrived, he rushed about trying to ensure all was just
right. He was so busy; he almost didn’t hear the doorbell buzzing. He rushed to
get the door and nearly fell flat on his face. He wondered only momentarily if
he weren’t acting a little over zealous just for an escort, but he shoved that
firmly down as trivial, feeling the thought had absolutely nothing to do with
the evening.

He calmed himself then took two breaths before opening the door. Foxy stood in a
t-shirt and blue jeans. He looked so amazingly sexy; Alex was completely
mesmerized.

"I'm sorry I didn’t wear anything more appropriate but I wanted to make sure I
had the right attire before the events planned for the weekend."

Alex shook his head, hoping to reassure Foxy. "You are perfect. I actually have
a confession to make. I didn’t really want to go to the boring party after all.
I felt this weekend would just be for us. No party, no boring conversation, no
evil grandmother-in-law-to-be underfoot…."

Foxy wondered about the change of plans internally while saying out loud, "Oh
wow. I get you all to myself?"

Alex grinned and pulled Foxy into his arms and kissed him softly.

"I missed you…" he said wistfully, then regretted it when he saw the curious
look in Foxy's eyes.

"Come on, I have a wonderful table waiting for us."

Foxy let Alex lead him into the dining area by the hand.

The table was set romantically and the lighting was subdued. Foxy knew something
wasn't right, but never let on. It wasn't new for a client to fall for him
before. The food was spectacularly prepared by a local chef that Alex had paid
handsomely for this evening. As they ate, he looked under his lashes at the
millionaire, flirting with him as he had done many times before with other
clients.

Alex was turned on by the demure way Foxy was flirting with him. It just made
him want to throw the escort on the table and take him right there. He held
himself back, wanting to savor the beauty that was Foxy. The name was probably a
fake, but it suited the long-nosed, pouty-lipped man.

Alex wondered if now would be a good time to ask Foxy about his life outside of
the business. He pondered for a moment then asked, "Foxy, could you tell me a
little about yourself? Why you are in the escort business?"

Foxy rolled his eyes. Typical question. Usually he got it on the first date
unless the man was more interested in getting his knob polished than anything.
Foxy thought Alex was that kind of guy until he started looking at him with more
than just a lusty glint. The obsessive ones were far more frightening.

"Sure, uh, I started hustling in college to make a few bucks. I didn’t have a
pimp but it was okay, I did it mostly in the dorms and with the professors.
Later, I met a man who took me to a party where I met Steve. He was very nice
and promised me an opportunity for more money, better clients and less chance of
being picked up by the wrong sort or the cops.  I was reluctant at first since I
had only intended it to be a short temporary solution to my money problems, but
then I decided to give Steve a chance. Have been working with Steve since."

Foxy decided he could tell the truth to Alex since the man was Steve's friend.
He only hoped that would satisfy his curiosity but clearly the interested glint
in Alex's green eyes showed a desire for more.

"Well, it's kinda boring. You wanna know why I work as an escort rather than
have a regular steady job?"

Alex nodded, a slight smile gracing his handsome features.

Foxy shrugged and said, "Well, it earns me more money faster than in any other
job out there. Especially in the number of hours put in…."

"What do you do with your spare time?" Alex asked, putting his hand on his chin
to study the beautiful man sitting at his table.

Foxy blushed then felt silly for doing so. "I work with a group—the Lone Gunmen.
I don’t think you would have heard of them…."

Alex shook his head. "No, never heard of them."

"Well, they are an independent monitor of government corruption and cover-ups.
It has some very rich supporters out there."

 "Hmm. Interesting. I think I would love to find out more about them…but later,
right now I would love to eat dessert off your body."

Foxy grinned. "And what is for dessert?" pretending he didn’t know he was the
definite prize.

"Chocolate mousse."

"Mm, can I have some first?"

Alex grinned and motioned for a servant waiting for his order.  The servant
brought two dishes from the kitchen and set them down one at a time in front of
Alex and then Foxy.

"You may go, Jerry. Thanks for your help tonight."

The young man smiled then nodded. He left quickly and Alex turned back to watch
Foxy take a bite of the sweet dessert. Alex rose and moved over to the other man
and bent to kiss those lips with the taste of the mousse on his lips.

"Mmm, Foxy mousse…." Alex murmured against the escort's lips.

Foxy licked his lips and smiled. "That tickles."

Alex groaned and kissed the other man once more, thrusting his tongue into the
willing mouth. Foxy moaned this time, giving his date the signal he was willing
for much more. Alex pulled away reluctantly and took the sexy man by the hand.
 

Alex grabbed the mousse as he led Foxy into the bedroom, a goofy grin on his
face. He kissed those sweet lips once more before setting the dessert down
beside the bed. He then began to slowly undress Foxy, savoring every inch of the
man's body as it was revealed. He began to lick and nuzzle the lightly haired
flesh as his fingers pulled the t-shirt from the jeans.

Foxy lay back and let Alex take over. He was thoroughly nude and unselfconscious
on the bed when he realized the other man was decidedly oral. Foxy gasped as
daubs of the chilly mousse was applied to his flesh. Goose bumps covered his
skin but then a warm mouth bent and sucked and licked the chocolate covered
flesh clean. When Alex's teeth grazed Foxy's taut nipples, he groaned as a very
warm jolt went straight to his groin.

As the mousse slowly liquefied, Alex poured some over Foxy's belly, letting it
pool into his indented navel. Foxy clutched the sheets as that talented tongue
lapped down his chest and belly to the indention where he stuck his tongue into
the melting chocolate and whipped cream, causing trails of it to leak over the
sides of his stomach.

He giggled as Alex's tongue chased after the runaway mousse, trying to keep it
from splashing onto his expensive silk sheets. Foxy gasped as Alex spilled some
on his semi erect cock.

"Aw, the poor thing! Let me warm it up for you…" And without further ado, Alex's
very warm, wet mouth covered Foxy's slowly shrinking cock.

In no time, he was moaning his enjoyment and the evidence lengthened and pulsed
inside Alex's mouth. Foxy lay back and let Alex lick and suck and bob up and
down, closing his eyes and enjoying the wonderful sensations, but cried out,
"Stop!" when he realized Alex was tasting him.

Alex moved his mouth from the escort's delicious cock and lifted his brows. Foxy
blushed and that alone completely made him forget any upset he had over Foxy
trying to control what he should do. He bent and licked the head once more
causing the beautiful flushed faced man to gasp.

"Oh, god…I'm clean, Alex. It's been over a year since I was given a clean bill
of health after contracting an STD. I promise. But I think you should…."

"Steve has told me how careful you are…but damn I wanted to taste you and I
don’t regret it one bit."

He kissed Foxy's belly up to the very perky nipples and sucked and nipped at
them until the man beneath him was gasping. Alex desperately wanted to tell the
escort something, but he felt it way too soon. He would have to tell him though
before the weekend was over. The very thought of facing marriage even one of
convenience without knowing this man would be with him all the way was not a
prospect he wanted to think about. He would just have to convince this beautiful
man that he belonged by his side and no one else's.

He moved up to taste those beautiful lips once more before pulling back and
giving the chocolate to Foxy.

"Would you…?"

Foxy grinned and grabbed the dish while Alex undressed and settled down on the
bed, lifting up his arms to give the escort complete access.

Foxy looked down at that body splayed out for him. He was amazed. The man had
everything-looks, money, a bod that was gorgeous. If he weren’t working, he
would be seriously jonesing for such a man. This was definitely an easier trick
than some of his others but when he went home he felt like shit. He couldn’t
deny it. That was one of the downsides of having a date that he would want to
see outside of work. He knew it was pure fantasy and, lucky for him, he could
separate fantasy from reality very well. Despite what his best friend, Dana,
felt about his love life. Dana sometimes read him all too well and knew
instantly when he was trying to keep his distance from a date so he wouldn’t
make a mistake. He had once made the mistake of falling in love with one of his
customers and the fact the man stopped seeing him just after a few short weeks
hit him hard. He ensured he'd never make that mistake again.

He poured the very liquid chocolate over the gorgeous chest then bent and began
to lick it clean, enjoying the sweet mixed with the sweat of the other man's
body. He lost himself in the act of the erotic scene and pushed down any regrets
and past experiences. Alex was a good man, as far as Foxy could tell, and he
wanted to give the man his money's worth.

Foxy followed the same path Alex did with his tongue, leading up to the man's
navel and sucked and licked the man clean.

Alex's hands ran through Foxy's thick hair, loving the dual sensations. He knew
that Foxy was holding back from him. He knew that beautiful man had much more
potential, if only he could open up and let his true feelings show. Foxy sucked
his cock into his mouth in one fell swoop, causing Alex to forget everything and
clench his fists in Foxy's hair. He removed them when he heard the man yelp
around his cock.

"Sorry," he murmured then let his head fall back to savor the delicious feeling
of that beautiful mouth working on him.

Then it was his turn to tell that delicious mouth to stop and he pulled the man
up to him to kiss those sex swollen lips. He moved back to breathe and to
whisper, "I want you to top me, Foxy."

He looked into those large sexy eyes that widened for a moment then the escort
nodded. "I think I can handle that, Alex."

Alex grinned. "I'm sure you're the man for the job."

Foxy rarely topped his dates, but it did happen occasionally, even Walter'd let
him top him once or twice.

Foxy moved away from the bed to let Alex turn around, grabbing a condom and lube
from a bowl on top of the bedside table. He laid the items on the bed then
straddled the man's bubble butt to massage the muscular back.

Alex was in heaven. Those long beautiful fingers were working his muscles so
well, and he was so content, he didn’t care at all that he was purring like a
cat.

Foxy snickered good-naturedly and bent to kiss the lovely neck exposed for him.
He rubbed his groin into the lovely groove between those cushy cheeks and did
some purring himself.

"Mmm, I think I'm going to enjoy this so much, Alex. Maybe I should be paying
you…."

Alex just laughed lazily and murmured, "The massage alone would cover anything
you did to me."

Foxy bent and suckled Alex's earlobe. The sounds emanating from the beautiful
man beneath him were quite reward enough. He whispered, "I'm going to fuck this
sexy ass hard and fast…would you like that?"

Alex groaned his agreement and Foxy moved to grab a pillow and touched the man's
side, signaling to lift his hips so he could slide it under him. Then he took a
condom, opened it, and slicked himself. When his fingers slick with lube
prepared the other man, Foxy could tell it had been a long time since Alex had
been penetrated. He went very slowly and easily, paying close attention to
Alex's breathing and movements. He bent again and nibbled on Alex's back who
gasped in surprise then enjoyment.

"Damn, what a mighty fine ass you have, Alex, if you don’t mind me saying."

Alex smiled and said, "The better to fuck you with, my sweet Foxy."

Foxy snickered and agreed wholeheartedly. Moments like these were the ones Foxy
enjoyed the most. Silly, fun, quiet moments when he wasn’t fully playing the
role of sexy slut or willing whore.
They happened few and far between and usually with the more frequent, steady
customers that Foxy had over the years. Though playing the reluctant virgin for
Walter was funny, he had to admit.

When his fingers slid across Alex's prostate, the man cried out and gasped,
"Now, Foxy, I want you, please."

Foxy pulled away, watching as Alex spread himself, then eased his cock inside
the loosened anus. The other man tensed for a moment. Foxy waited patiently
until Alex relaxed a bit then thrust inside fast, getting past the tight ring of
muscles. He paused to hold back immediate release from that tight channel
gripping his cock so deliciously.

"You okay?" he managed to ask.

Alex croaked, "Yeah."

Foxy took that as a signal to continue. He lifted himself a bit with his
forearms and began to thrust in an awkward then increasingly more steady rhythm.

Alex kept his eyes closed, so glad Foxy was the first man to top him since Brad.
He knew he would regret it for a while tomorrow, but now he was enjoying what
he'd missed. The sense of connection, the closeness and the scary yet strange
feeling of contentment in giving control over to someone else.

Alex was drifting into a peaceful semi doze when Foxy scraped his cock across
Alex's prostate. Alex cried out in pleasure then came, clenching and milking
Foxy's own release out of him.

Foxy collapsed in a heap atop the slightly larger man and lay senseless for a
moment before dragging himself off Alex.

Alex winced at the loud popping sound when Foxy removed his cock from him, but
he couldn’t complain. The throbbing only gilded the pleasure for him.

Foxy bent and kissed his ass and Alex snickered. "The better to fuck you, too,
Alex."

Alex pulled Foxy up to him and kissed those passion bruised lips, then they
curled up together and slept.

*****

Foxy woke up in the middle of the night. He needed to go to the bathroom but he
couldn't. Alex's arms were still wrapped about him possessively. Foxy didn't
think he should disturb the rich man's sleep. He studied Alex's features, seeing
how sleep made him appear like a child. He was so beautiful that Foxy's heart
clenched. He sighed to himself wistfully, wondering how someone could be so
rich, so beautiful and so young and not be corrupted by power and position.
Though he didn't know Alex well, he could tell by the way he talked, held
himself and treated others. The man would one day make someone very happy. Foxy
wondered briefly if the man had someone in his life. He hoped it wasn't just
Marita. He berated himself for even thinking such things. Alex was a special
man, he deserved the best, but Foxy knew it was none of his business.

Alex stirred, as if feeling Foxy watching him. His little nose twitched. It was
so adorable; Foxy had to stop himself from chuckling. Then those long lashes
fluttered and he blinked. Foxy desperately wanted to lick those long lashes.

Alex sighed, squeezing Foxy tightly before blinking awake.

The green eyes finally focused on the man in his arms and he smiled brightly.
Foxy couldn't stop from returning that smile.

"You are so beautiful," murmured Alex. Foxy blushed furiously.

"You haven't seen yourself sleeping."

Alex shook his head and grinned. "No, not lately."

"Not to sound inane, but you look like an angel."

Alex snorted. "Surely my wings are a bit tarnished."

"Not from where I sit."

"Hmm...I guess that's good."

He kissed those tempting lips just a few inches from his own. Alex's right hand
ran down the length of Foxy's back and cupped the ass cheek that fit so
wonderfully in his palm. Foxy purred then said, "That feels so wonderful, but I
need to use the restroom…."

Alex chuckled and watched as Foxy squirmed out of his arms and rushed to the
bathroom.

When Foxy returned, Alex smiled and held out his arms. He snuggled up between
them, smiling as he rubbed their chests together. Alex's mouth claimed Foxy's
and his tongue slipped inside to play for a moment. When they pulled apart, the
green-eyed man murmured, "I want you."

Foxy turned to lie on his stomach, but Alex shook his head. "On your side."

Foxy lay on his side, his back to Alex. He lifted his right leg to give the
other man access to him.

Alex looked at the long lines of the other man's back and legs. He had to stop
and just look at the other man. Just the sight was almost painful to him. If
only…He distracted himself by moving closer to Foxy then he kissed the long sexy
neck, nibbling on the jaw line then moving back to suckle the ear lobe. He
wrapped his arm around the long waist in front of him.

Foxy forced himself to stay limp and not rigid as he desperately wanted to be.
He hated this. It was so intimate, as if they were lovers. It wasn’t fair. But
it wasn’t as if he hadn’t been in a situation like this before, he just never
desperately wanted to become the other man's lover before.

Alex sensed that Foxy was uncomfortable with this position, so he massaged the
smooth, sparsely haired chest with his right hand as he licked down the long
neck that was conveniently in perfect alignment with his mouth. Foxy relaxed and
Alex murmured, "I love the way you feel against me."

Foxy felt the warm breath and the comforting arm wrapped about him. His eyes
closed and he slipped into a fantasy of his lover waking up one lazy Sunday
morning to take him from behind after an all night session just a few hours
previously.

The coolness of the room sent a shiver down his spine and Alex's warm mouth
kissed his shoulder and said, "Time for me to warm you up."

Alex's hand played in the sparse hairs on Foxy's chest, pulling on a few hairs
just surrounding a flat nipple. He ran his thumb across the closest one and felt
it harden against the whorl of his skin. He strummed it with his fingernail and
felt more than heard Foxy sigh. He nibbled on the curve of that long back as his
hand went lower, caressing the hairs down to the slight indention of the other
man's navel then further to tease just above his crotch, playing in the curls.

Foxy whimpered when Alex continued to lave and nibble on his back, fingers still
playing just out of reach where the escort wanted them, easily teasing the
living fuck out of him.

"I will get there soon enough, my sweet fox."

Foxy shivered at that low, sexy voice that was like melted honey dripping on his
libido.

Alex snickered at the effect he was having on the beautiful man in his arms-
well, one arm and one leg draped over the other man's long ones. He ran his leg
up and down one slightly haired one and Foxy giggled.

"We're going to start a fire."

Alex breathed softly into Foxy's ear, "I'm sure we are."

Foxy gasped and thrust his ass back against the flesh that was poking him.

Alex groaned and grabbed the lube to prepare the presented ass. Soon he was
gloved, slicked up and pressing his cock against the other man's backside.

"Please," begged Foxy, so prettily that Alex groaned then slid slowly into the
one he loved. He knew he would have to tell the other man his true feelings. He
couldn’t hide it for long or he would burst. He bit his lip and stilled while
Foxy whined.

"Sorry, baby, just so good to feel you wrapped around me," he managed to moan.

After breathing deeply, he took hold of Foxy's hip and thrust. Foxy turned his
face and kissed Alex as he held still, enjoying the closeness. He shoved his ass
back, showing the millionaire how much he wanted him to continue.

Alex slowly established a rhythm, wanting to savor their being connected for a
long time. His mouth trailed down, licking and nibbling, until he reached the
juncture of neck and shoulder and nuzzled.  Foxy was moaning his pleasure,
forgetting completely that he was being paid for a fuck. He daydreamed that he
was being made love to by his long time boyfriend.

Alex took Foxy's hand and wrapped them around the other man's cock, slowly
jerking him off in the same rhythm that he slid into him. He lost himself in the
pure heat of thrusting, his eyes heavy lidded as he sucked on a bit of the skin
just within his mouth. In moments, Foxy gasped as he came, sending Alex over the
edge as well.

They lay slumped against each other, their bodies still humming pleasantly. When
the chill of the air woke him, Alex pulled the blanket over them and held onto
the sexy man in his bed, still buried inside him.

He rose after a short doze and slipped out, holding the condom until he could
dispose of it. He looked at the still dazed body in the bed and smiled, then
went to clean himself. When he returned he brought with him a tray and a wet
cloth.

Foxy's eyes perked up at seeing the tray but let Alex clean him before taking
the tray and devouring just about all the food.

Alex smiled as he watched the other man eat. He bent and kissed Foxy's belly.

"I'm going to have to remember to keep you well fed when you're here."

Foxy returned the smile then asked, "Aren't you eating?"

"I had a power shake."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Alex grinned. "Need to keep my energy up for what I have planned for
today."

Foxy's smile widened and he demurely lowered his eyes to his plate then looked
up through his lashes.

"Whatever do you mean by that, Alex, sir?"

Alex's heart clenched but he breathed, "I am going to do all sorts of things to
you, Foxy."

Foxy shivered at the tone as he set aside the tray and crawled over to Alex who
pulled him into his arms and kissed those inviting lips passionately.

Alex let Foxy squirm away to go to the bathroom. When he returned, still nude,
Alex took him by the hand and led him to a separate room he hadn’t noticed
before. At first glance it looked like a small gym or workout room, but then
Foxy realized there were certain things that didn’t quite fit in a gym. Like the
large cross. Foxy's eyes widened.

"Are you frightened, Foxy? I would never do anything to frighten you."

The reassuring tone and sexy voice convinced Foxy not to be so frightened and he
visibly relaxed.

"I normally work out in here but sometimes, on rare occasions, I like to play in
here."

Foxy nearly shivered but didn’t want the other man to get the wrong idea.

Alex could sense more apprehension in the other man so he wrapped his arms
around Foxy and whispered, "I would never hurt you. Only please you, I promise."

Foxy asked, using his professionalism to hide behind, "Do you…" He cleared his
throat and tried again. "Do you have a fantasy you would like to act out?'

"You are my fantasy, Foxy." He bit his lip; glad the other man was facing away
from him. He definitely didn’t want to upset the lovely man in his arms too
soon. He reassured himself that there was still plenty of time to reveal how he
felt.

"But, there is a specific thing that I would love to try. If that is all right
with you?"

Foxy hesitated only momentarily before saying, "Sure, Alex."

At first Foxy thought he was going to be taken to the large wooden cross but
instead he took him over to where a curved-in self-locking hook was hanging from
the ceiling. His foot touched something and looked down and noticed he nearly
stepped on leather cuffs attached to metal clamps on the floor.

Alex left Foxy momentarily and pulled open a panel in the wall and took some
long strips of leather from a box then closed the panel. He returned to Foxy and
whispered, "These are butter soft, I promise, and will not hurt or chafe your
skin."

He wrapped one around one of Foxy's wrists and tied it securely, then did the
same to the other wrist with the other leather strip.

"Lift your arms, please."

Foxy lifted his arms above his head and Alex took the strips of leather and tied
them securely to the hook. Foxy shivered a bit, not from a chill but from what
Alex would be doing with him. The room wasn’t as air conditioned as the rest of
the condo. Alex bent and attached one leather cuff around one ankle then did the
same to the other.

"Are you comfortable, Foxy?" he asked, concern in his voice.

"Yes, Alex."

Alex smiled and moved closer to press his cheek to the other man's. "It shall be
so good, I promise." He moved back to grin at the man then kissed Foxy's long
nose.

Foxy's eyes widened at such an intimate gesture but he grinned back. Alex ran a
comforting hand down Foxy's sides and belly then pulled away to say, "There is
just one more thing I would like to do to prepare you, my dearest Fox."

Foxy gulped at the use of his name. It wasn’t the way he liked it to be said
since it reminded it too much of his childhood when his parents would yell it at
him when they were angry. Alex said the name so lovingly that Foxy didn’t
mention it to him. Alex returned with a thick piece of black cloth.

"I'm going to blindfold you, Foxy. I want to tell you beforehand to not frighten
you."

Foxy nodded, not thinking he could be afraid of a bit of black cloth. Alex put
the thickest part over Foxy's eyes who suddenly realized why Alex said those
words. He still felt a sudden bit of panic as his eyes were completely covered.
Then Alex tied the cloth at the back of his head. He bit back a whimper.

"Sh, my sweet Fox. All will be so good, I promise." Alex's warm hands ran up and
down his sides, belly and chest in light comforting touches not meant to arouse.
He kept doing it until he saw Foxy relax then whispered, "Take a deep breath, my
Fox."

Foxy did so then did it again when Alex repeated the request.

It wasn’t that Foxy had never been bound before by another client, he just had
never been in a bondage situation away from the bedroom. And never standing up.
The blindfold also was something new for him.

Alex moved away momentarily and looked at the stretched arms and pulled apart
legs of Foxy. The man was a work of art and was quite breathtaking. He moved
back and ran a soothing hand down Foxy's back causing those long limbs to
visibly relax. Alex's caresses became stronger and then slightly more arousing
as he moved closer, just barely touching his body to Foxy's. The almost touch
was more arousing than if Alex had rubbed his whole body against the other
man's.

Foxy shivered when he felt the warm breath of Alex's caress his neck while the
strong hands moved around to his chest and belly. Foxy breathed in contentment
after a moment, feeling as if he was being comfortingly held in the arms of a
lover. Alex caressed through the soft hairs on Foxy's chest and down to his
belly. When Alex's fingers returned continuously to his nipples, Foxy shivered
in excitement that rushed down to his suddenly interested cock. Then Alex softly
pinched the nipples and soothed them with a caress. He did this several times
until Foxy was panting. He caressed down the smooth abs to just above the pubic
hairs at Foxy's groin.

Foxy wanted to scream at him to touch his now nearly aching cock, but the man
seemed content to just caress the hairs just above the one place he wanted those
hands to touch.

Alex chose that moment to nibble on an ear and Foxy moaned. The dual sensations
of that caressing touch and the nibbling wetness enveloped his whole body. Foxy
began to tremble. The muscles in his arms and legs were like wet noodles. He
felt a wetness touch his hip and he knew it was Alex's leaking cock. He wanted
to feel that cock on him but Alex moved away. Foxy whimpered when he could tell
Alex had moved far but was reassured when he heard Alex open the panel again.
Foxy bit his lip in apprehension, wondering what Alex would use on him now.

He sensed Alex return then he felt a very soft tickle down his chest and
abdomen. He smiled. "That tickles."

Alex's lips touched his and then he felt the soft tickling thing run down his
chest and abdomen, this time brushing over his navel. Foxy giggled. He couldn’t
help it. Alex then moved around to his back and ran the thing up and down his
back and rear. This time the sensation was very arousing and Foxy quivered in
excitement, wondering what it was.

When Alex returned to the front and caressed the thing over Foxy's nipples, Foxy
gasped and sweat began to form at his forehead and his upper lip. And as Alex
ran the thing over Foxy's now sensitized flesh, beads of sweat covered his body.
He realized his cock was standing stiff against his belly leaking profusely down
his shaft. When the soft thing ran over his nearly painful erection, Foxy cried
out.

"Oh please!" he begged, his hips thrusting involuntarily, hoping to even feel
that tormenting bit of material against him than nothing at all.

Alex chuckled softly against his ear. It was such a soft, low, sexy chuckle that
Foxy just groaned from the sensation rather than moan in frustration. He sensed
Alex return to his back and this time Alex pressed his whole body against
Foxy's.  When Alex's cock lodged firmly between his buttocks, Foxy sighed in
relief, hoping now Alex would fuck him senseless. The tormenting bit of material
continuously caressed over his chest and abdomen while Alex was thrusting his
hips, driving his cock up and down between Foxy's ass cheeks. The sensation was
gilded with the feel of hairy balls just touching his ass and just brushing
against his anus at times.

Okay, if this is how Alex wanted it, Foxy wasn’t about to argue. The soft thing
slid over tight nipples and Foxy gasped then it moved down to his thrusting hips
and when it brushed over his cock head, Foxy cried out and came. His whole body
seized up, squeezing the hard flesh between his ass cheeks. Alex continued to
hump against him until he too came, his small nose buried in Foxy's sweaty nape,
breathing in his scent. Foxy shivered when he felt Alex's tongue come out and
lick some of the sweat from his skin. He knew that if it weren’t for the leather
strips binding his wrists and the cuffs holding his ankles, he would be on the
floor.

Alex stayed pressed against Foxy for a moment, feeling his cum slide down his
cock. He then moved away. Foxy gasped when he felt the man's tongue lap up the
cum that was still sliding down his rear end. It was so incredible that Foxy
shivered in pure sensory overload.

******

They took a shower, needing to clean up after that long sweaty session in the
playroom. Alex had to hold Foxy up in the shower, his legs were still jellified.
They didn't speak, too engrossed in each other's feelings and in the aftermath.

Alex kissed Foxy tenderly as he washed every inch of the other man. Then he
washed himself quickly, wanting to take care of the still-out-of-it Foxy. He
dried him off piecemeal, still having to mostly hold him up. Then he picked him
up, which wasn't easy, being as tall as he was, and carried him to his bedroom.
Setting him carefully on the bed, he nearly fell atop the long-legged man, but
caught his weight on his forearms. He moved to the side and they rested for
about thirty minutes or so, Alex looked over to the resting man in his bed.
Those sated hazel eyes looked into his like a lover and his heart ached. He had
to tell Foxy...then he thought of something.

"Are you hungry?"

Foxy smiled. "A little...but mostly I'm just content to lie here and look at
you."

Alex bent and kissed that smile, taking the other man's breath and giving Foxy
his.

"You have been so good to me, my sweet Fox; I think we shall celebrate by going
to Caviar Russe."

Foxy grinned. "Didn't know you smoked."

"I don't but I've only been there once. Have you?"

Foxy shook his head. "I usually go to Phoenix or Lips."

"Hmm, I haven’t been to a gay bar in a long time."

"Lure was an exciting place…"

Alex reddened and raised his eyebrows curiously at Foxy.

Foxy grinned. "Walter took us there by mistake one night. I didn’t have the
heart to tell him until he ran from there about as red-faced as you are."

Alex seemed to sigh in relief.

"What you did in the playroom today, I thought you would go to a place like
that."

Alex shook his head. "No, I much prefer my own little playroom, my sweet Foxy.
Don't need to go looking for it when I have it all right here."

Foxy had to admit that was very true.

"I would prefer to take you to a quieter place, my Foxy."

The deep, low voice sent a thrill through him.

"Yes, sir."

"Caviar Russe it is."

Foxy pouted. "I didn’t bring a good suit."

"Then I shall get you one…"

Foxy was about to protest, but Alex had already picked up the phone and called
the front desk. Alex pulled on some sweats and a t-shirt and handed the same to
Foxy. In moments a knock was on the door and Alex opened it. An older man, with
a measuring tape wrapped about his neck, entered and Alex pointed to Foxy.

"Thanks, Rafael. You are so good to come at the last moment."

"Anything for you, Mister Krycek," the man said obsequiously then turned to
Foxy.

In no time, Foxy was measured completely.

"Are you sure they can have it ready for this evening?"

Alex smiled. "Yes, my Fox."

Rafael left them and Alex let Foxy rest a while longer. He was too keyed up for
this evening. He knew they would be having a wonderful time tonight and he
wanted to make it perfect.

The door was opened an hour or so later and there was a suit wrapped in plastic
in the bus boy's hands. Alex tipped him then took the suit over to the man
lightly napping in his bed. He stared at the beautiful form, not wishing to
disturb him from his rest.

Foxy woke soon enough and noticed Alex looking down at him. He smiled. "Hey."

"Hey, beautiful."

Foxy blushed, thinking he couldn’t possibly be as beautiful as the man looking
down at him. His foot rustled some plastic and he rose to see what it was.

"For you, my dear Fox."

Foxy rose from the bed and reached over to pick the suit up. He was almost
apprehensive, worried that the suit would be too expensive. He would wear it
once then never wear it again for fear of destroying it.

He took off the plastic then sighed at the beautiful garment. It was almost an
exact replica of the one he had tried on in Alex's dressing room that first
evening in the rich man's condo. He wondered if Alex had caught him on a
security camera or something. He knew the man must have several security cameras
strategically placed throughout his place. He was so stupid to not think of that
then.

"Foxy?" Alex's voice alerted him to the fact he had been just staring at the
beautiful suit in his hand. He could refuse it, but he knew from experience that
it was always best to just accept gifts.
He laid the suit on the bed then pulled off his clothing. Alex handed him a silk
pair of boxers and an undershirt. He took them without comment and slipped them
on, knowing he would love the feel of them with the expensive suit on. When his
legs were encased in the lovely material of the suit he wanted to cry. It fit
him perfectly and it felt so amazing. Alex smiled and helped Foxy put the suit
coat on.

Alex took him by the hand to his walk in closet and let him look at himself in
the mirror. He was stunning, he had to admit. Alex moved up behind him and
kissed his ear.

"Amazing," was all he murmured. He took off his sweats and t-shirt then pulled a
suit off a hanger and put it on.

"Well?" he asked him in the mirror.

"We can conquer the world."

Alex chuckled.

"How about just Madison Avenue for now."

"That'll do."

*****

They were chauffeured to the restaurant. Foxy had been to fancy restaurants
before, but usually in his role as escort. The way Alex kept Foxy by his side
and seemed to fawn on him made the escort feel rather awkward. It was as if they
were on a real date and Alex was trying to impress him. The place was
romantically lit and set and had flowing tablecloths. It was obvious to Foxy why
Alex brought him here.

The maitre d' sat them quickly, recognizing Alex immediately. When they sat down
Foxy said, "I thought you have only been here once."

"I was here last week with some clients…business associates."

Foxy nodded, having no way of knowing who knew Alex. The man wasn’t famous just
well off and around very important people. He was the type of business associate
that was in the background of most important business decisions but the one
making the most out of the deals. Foxy could just sense it. He had previous
clients like Alex; just none had been as seemingly successful as Alex. Usually
they were full of themselves and only wanted to get off. Sometimes those types
were what Foxy preferred. Clingy, obsessive types were the one to beware of.
Walter, though, was a class by himself. He smiled thinking that clients like
Walter were rare and precious. An escort would never do anything to risk clients
like Walter.

Alex looked at the thoughtful Foxy and asked, "Do you mind telling me what
you're thinking about?"

Foxy looked up into the slightly amused eyes of the other man. Damn the guy was
too fucking sexy for his own good, thought Foxy. It just didn’t seem fair. He
didn’t stop to wonder if Alex didn’t want to hear about Walter or his other
clients. He would have to realize that Foxy was an escort, paid to look pretty
and not much else. Well, the else usually cost more….

"I was just thinking about how Walter one day made the restaurant we were in
sing happy birthday to me. It wasn’t even my birthday. They thought I was his
cousin from upstate."

Alex smiled but Foxy could tell it was forced. The man was distinctly jealous of
Foxy's other clients. Well too bad. He would just have to get used to it. It's
what I do and what I enjoy doing—mostly. The money certainly is nothing to
sneeze at and the occasional perk was usually rewarding. Foxy rubbed his hand
down his leg, realizing this particular perk was more than usually rewarding.

"Ah, you were in a dress, I take it?"

Foxy nodded. "Even some of the busboys make passes at me, telling me I should
lose the old man. One drunken jerk proposed marriage and offered to take me
away, but Walter would have none of it and left, with me trailing behind, in a
huff. It was pretty funny."

"I bet it was."

Just then a waiter stepped up and Alex ordered for both of them, asking Foxy if
that was all right. Foxy nodded since he didn’t see a menu. He was getting
suspicious that Alex had planned this evening completely and knew exactly where
they were going out to eat, what suit Foxy should wear and even what he was
going to order long before he entered the condo on Friday.

After they were served an appetizer and wine, Foxy knew Alex wanted to tell him
something. It seemed like a great big elephant that they were pretending wasn't
there. Alex kept trying to distract the escort by asking him silly questions
about what his favorite movies were, his favorite books, his hobbies, inane
stuff that Foxy knew was leading up to something they both would regret. He was
certain of it.

"Tomorrow is our last day, Foxy. I want it to be good for both of us, but I want
you to tell me what you want to do. Whatever you want to do, we will do."

Foxy wondered if this was a test or something. He didn't like overly generous
offers by his clients. Such offers usually ended in disasters with neither of
them satisfied. Maybe he should head it off before it became the burgeoning
stampede it looked like it would become any minute.

"Is there something you want to tell me or ask me?" Foxy asked, seriously.

"I--" Alex flushed, making him look so young and Foxy's heart ached. "Yes, I - I
think I'm falling in love with you, Foxy. I - don't get me wrong, please. I am
not about to force myself into your life. I just--I want so much to be the only
one you see."

Foxy listened carefully then looked perplexed. "You want me to not see any of my
other clients?"

Alex nodded. "Yes...if the only way I can see you exclusively is by paying what
you normally get with your other clients, I will do it."

Foxy's eyes widened. "I-I have to think about that."

"There is no rush...but I want so desperately to be the only man in your life,
Foxy."

"You mean a real date, not an escort."

Alex nodded. "Yes, but I wouldn't want you to see anyone else. I'm that selfish.
If that means paying more for you to stay with me exclusively, I'll do it."

Foxy thought a minute before answering, though he knew the answer. "I will have
to think about it, Alex. I commend you for not presuming that I would
automatically take you up on your wish for me to be exclusive but I don’t know
if I really want someone in my life like that. It's too big a decision."

Alex nodded after swallowing loudly. Foxy knew he didn’t give the answer Alex
had been hoping for, but it would just have to do.

"It wouldn’t just affect my life but the lives of clients, I know it may seem
hard to believe, but I have become attached to some of them and I don’t know if
I could just break from them so easily."

Alex nodded but he looked hurt. Damn, Foxy didn’t want to have Alex hurt for
anything, but Foxy was too familiar with who he was and what he was that he
never had to hide from his sense of self.

"I will think about this, I promise, but you also must think about it too. You
are about to get married to a very wealthy woman. Are you certain you want to
get involved with someone else?"

"Oh Foxy, that’s why I wanted to ask you now. It will be an open marriage. It
has to be. Marita and I are both in love with other people. We wouldn’t even
have to share the same living space. She has her place and I have mine."

Foxy nodded. Alex knew he was just absorbing this information but he still
needed time to decide.

"I won't press you anymore. Please, take your time and I will be patient. Or at
least try to."

Foxy nodded. He decided that he would just have to leave tonight after Alex went
to sleep. He needed more than just time but space away from the overwhelming
distraction that was Alex Krycek.

Foxy was very grateful the main course arrived and they were too busy with their
meal and wine to bring up the subject again.

*****

They were exhausted by the time they returned to Alex's condo. They pulled off
each others clothes with some kisses and caresses then flopped on the bed
together and fell asleep. Or at least Alex thought Foxy slept too. Foxy waited
until he was certain Alex was sleeping soundly before he slowly disengaged
Alex's arms from him. He was about to sit fully up when suddenly Alex's hands
grasped his arms and held tightly. He looked into two soulfully sad eyes.

"Please don't leave."

Foxy didn't want to hurt Alex for anything in the world but he couldn't stay.

"I'll come back, Alex. I promise."

Alex sighed then nodded his head. "Kiss me once more then I'll let you go."

Foxy nodded and bent his head down to kiss those soft pliable lips. He groaned
when he pulled away.

"I will come back just for another kiss like that…."

Then he rose and grabbed a t-shirt and sweats from his duffel bag and left.

Alex sighed, his stomach all in knots. He wasn't sure if it was the uncertainty
of whether Foxy would return or that he would and then reject him.

*****

Foxy called Steve the next morning and told him he cut the weekend short with
Alex.

"Foxy, what happened? Alex is a good man."

Foxy sighed. "He is, Steve, but he asked me something that I told him I needed
to think about first."

"Uh, is it something I should know about?"

"Not yet, Steve. It's too early to tell."

Steve didn't like that at all. When he hung up from Foxy's call, he dialed
Alex's number.

"Yeah," came a thoroughly pitiful voice on the other end.

"Alex?"

"Oh, g'morning, Steve. What can I do for you on this lovely Sunday morning?"

"You can tell me what happened between you and Foxy."

"Did he say anything, Steve?"

"No, just that he had to think about something you asked him and he cut the
weekend short. Is there a problem?"

"No, not at all, Steve. I just- he needs time. I will give him that time."

Steve didn't know what to say. "All right, Alex. I will leave you to it then."

"Good. See ya, Steve."

Steve heard the dial tone and sighed. That didn't sound at all like the usual
man who had everything. It sounded like a broken hearted, resigned man. If Foxy
was going to reject Alex, Steve would definitely be in the background to help
perk Alex up if need be.
 
 
 

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