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Kirill watches me with the same careful and desperate eyes he used to watch his father. He wants. He yearns. He pines for approval and acceptance. Love. He wants my love. He demands it of me, my love.
I put my hand on his shoulder in manly way. Is brotherly gesture, no? "Is good," I tell him. "Good plan."
Kirill's face breaks into a smile, wide and relieved. He slaps my shoulder as well, rough, like footballer. "We will make a lot of money from this plan I think," he says.
We could. Perhaps. To tell truth, it is not so great plan. It is what British like to call 'dodgy'. But is better than Kirill's last two or three plans. Less risky. I will not have to work so hard to keep Kirill from getting himself killed or worse - humiliated.
My job is not so easy - second in command to such a boss.
Not many people really believe he really calls shots. Titular boss, maybe, but they all know about me. I am treated with a great deal of respect and a little bit of resentment. I know my position is not one hundred percent secure, but it is enough for me. For now.
Kirill suggests we celebrate this new plan of his. He is so predictable. I suggest we firm up details before we break out champagne. I am also predictable.
If I let us celebrate now, he will want me to fuck whore. He always wants me to fuck whore. It is to prove I am not queer, but also because Kirill enjoys to watch me fuck whore. It is effort to put on such a good show when what I want is different.
I like the fucking part. I like to fuck hard. But not with those women. They do not want me to fuck them any more than I want to fuck them. If I want woman, I want one not so used up.
Then there are the other times. When Kirill wants more than just to watch.
Not so often, Kirill will ask for what he really wants. No whore then, just the two of us. Kirill likes it against a wall, nowhere too private, in an alley or a hallway, with my hand on him rough and fast. He likes to feel me push against him, hard against his thigh. He likes me to get off, and likes when I use his body to get myself off, but only on the outside. If I come in my pants he is the most satisfied. If I get myself out of my pants first, he is okay with that too. As long as he does not have to touch me. Only I touch him. And he likes me to hold his thigh between my thighs. Ride him like a horse. Or like a whore.
It is messy but he likes the mess part of it. If he had the nerve, he would lick it up. Instead the smell fills him. He breathes deep and laughs and says, "Kolya, you are such an animal." I spit on the ground when it is over. It is simple and to the point. Pointed.
The supplier will be here soon. There is no time for whore or the other. There is not enough time to get drunk enough, get sweaty, find a good spot, do it properly. Celebration must wait. There is work to do.
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