gilesdereis
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He never saw it coming.
The young man had sold, or more correctly, rented, his handsome face and muscular body to any number of partners, mostly, but not exclusively, other men. He had made himself a high class product, and charged accordingly high fees for his services.
This was a new client, who had proposed an even higher fee for a night with the young man than he normally charged normally, in cash in advance. Greedy for the large fee, a discreet location was agreed. He had used the place before, and it allowed the client to come and go unobserved. Normally he didn't do this for unknown clients. There were risks in this business, but for the money proposed, the young man chose to ignore them.
Things started well, and the client was younger and fitter looking than almost any of his «usuals.» With some hash and very expensive Russian vodka to «cut the ice» the two men began to grope each other. His shirt off, the escort pulled the client onto the extra large bed. That was when the client hit hm, on side of his head, with the solid, heavy Imperial Standard vodka bottle; the escort's head rocked back, eyes rolling up, and he briefly passed out.
Waking minutes later, the young escort realized he was naked, and that the fully dressed client was straddling him, pinning him to the bed. Dazed by the drugs, booze and the sudden blow, the escort barely noticed the black belt – his own – being looped over his head, until it was pulled tight around his neck. Then he felt panic.
Fighting for conciousness from the blow, the sudden loss of air and bloodflow to his brain befuddled the naked man. He thrashed against his assailant without a plan and his strength weakened quickly. Three minutes into the struggle, the final spastic jerkings of his limbs ended, along with the muscular male prostitute's short life.
The nude corpse of the strangled man was sprawled on its back across the bed. There was a final look of fear on the swollen face, and a trickle of blood ran from one nostril. His mouth gaped open, like a fish out of water, and the bulging sightless eyes stared, unblinking, at nothing. Dead, he was much less handsome.
The client felt he had gotten what he wanted, cleaned up the forensic evidence, and left, as he arrived, unobserved. It was a week before they found the decomposing body. The local police , aware of the dead man's work, and not particularly sensitive for the safety of male (or female, if it came to that) prostitutes, carried out only a cursory investigation, never arrested a suspect, nor even had anything like a named suspect in the case. It was soon filed as "unsolved."
The young man had sold, or more correctly, rented, his handsome face and muscular body to any number of partners, mostly, but not exclusively, other men. He had made himself a high class product, and charged accordingly high fees for his services.
This was a new client, who had proposed an even higher fee for a night with the young man than he normally charged normally, in cash in advance. Greedy for the large fee, a discreet location was agreed. He had used the place before, and it allowed the client to come and go unobserved. Normally he didn't do this for unknown clients. There were risks in this business, but for the money proposed, the young man chose to ignore them.
Things started well, and the client was younger and fitter looking than almost any of his «usuals.» With some hash and very expensive Russian vodka to «cut the ice» the two men began to grope each other. His shirt off, the escort pulled the client onto the extra large bed. That was when the client hit hm, on side of his head, with the solid, heavy Imperial Standard vodka bottle; the escort's head rocked back, eyes rolling up, and he briefly passed out.
Waking minutes later, the young escort realized he was naked, and that the fully dressed client was straddling him, pinning him to the bed. Dazed by the drugs, booze and the sudden blow, the escort barely noticed the black belt – his own – being looped over his head, until it was pulled tight around his neck. Then he felt panic.
Fighting for conciousness from the blow, the sudden loss of air and bloodflow to his brain befuddled the naked man. He thrashed against his assailant without a plan and his strength weakened quickly. Three minutes into the struggle, the final spastic jerkings of his limbs ended, along with the muscular male prostitute's short life.
The nude corpse of the strangled man was sprawled on its back across the bed. There was a final look of fear on the swollen face, and a trickle of blood ran from one nostril. His mouth gaped open, like a fish out of water, and the bulging sightless eyes stared, unblinking, at nothing. Dead, he was much less handsome.
The client felt he had gotten what he wanted, cleaned up the forensic evidence, and left, as he arrived, unobserved. It was a week before they found the decomposing body. The local police , aware of the dead man's work, and not particularly sensitive for the safety of male (or female, if it came to that) prostitutes, carried out only a cursory investigation, never arrested a suspect, nor even had anything like a named suspect in the case. It was soon filed as "unsolved."
