He Did it For Love (Gay Erotic Horror)

“Hello, pretty one. You look especially delicious this evening.”
Amal resisted the urge to roll his eyes. So many newcomers to the painted district tried to seduce the youths and girls who worked there. And here comes another idiot, he thought, except that the unmistakable swagger of this man’s walk was so sexual that he could not possibly be new at this.
“For the right price, you can do anything you like with me.” Amal let his tongue dart out to moisten hennaed lips and lowered his eyes.
A coin appeared between the man’s fingers. Slowly Amal drew away from the wall where he had been leaning with the other youths of the house and moved forward, though he was not so crass as to grab for the money. Some men liked to tease, promising more than what they gave, sometimes trying to leave without paying at all.
Fair weather meant business was good tonight. Already Amal had had plenty of customers, and would not retire without having at least a handful more. If this one wanted to play, he could go do it someplace else. “Shall we go in?” he purred.
Instead, the man indicated a dark, narrow alley between two tenements. Amal kept a sweet smile on his lips and shook his head. Clients occasionally tried such tactics. You can fuck me as hard as you like, any way you like, but not for free.
Taking his client’s hand, he led the man into the brothel, where Pinjaru collected the money and waved them into a back corridor lined with cubicles. From there it was draw the curtain, kneel on the floor, and in five or ten minutes Amal was back outside soliciting.
Stale and close, the cubicle was just large enough for a client to do his business. More often than not, they scarcely waited for the...