You're My Showstopper

John nodded. "Well... I didn't get any of that with my last pimp." He sighed, standing up and stretching his limps. His ass and bruises were a bit sore, but he felt better.

Mike nodded. "Uh... Usually, you don't get this luxury until you've been here over a year, but I'll give you my spot, seeing as you need it more than me. I have a massage today at 1. I want you to take it."

Johnny frowned. "A massage?" He asked. He definitely didn't have these luxuries at Dave's. "I-I couldn't do that. You've only known me for like... half an hour. Have your massage. I don't need it. I've had worse, trust me." He said with a shaky laugh,.

Mike shook his head. "I'm going to have to insist that you take it. I know how bad Dave can be. You must be so sore and tense. Trust me, you'll regret it if you don't take it," he said.

John sighed. He was pretty tense, his body in pain from the years of abuse he'd taken. "Okay." He relented. "When it's 1, where do I go?" He asked, sitting down in a chair, hissing a bit at the pain in his ass.

"You'll be going to the massage room. I'll show ya when it comes time," Mike said, frowning slightly when John hissed in pain when he sat. "Do you want some Vicodin? For the pain?"

John looked down. "I-I'm fine. I prefer not to take any.. heavy drugs again." He sighed. He had a history with drugs. ANd he no longer wanted to associate with any type of drug. Especially pain meds.

"You sure? They help a lot with the pain and everything. We have them for if one of us gets a rough client and tylenol won't help any," Mike said, sitting next to him.

John sighed. "O-Okay... One pill. But that's it." He said firmly, not willing to take anymore than one.

"Oh, we don't allow more than one a day. Come with me," Mike said, standing and holding out his hand.

John stood on shaky legs and took Mike's hand, wincing a bit at the movement, causing a bit of pain to his rear end.

Mike gently led him to the bathroom. He walked over to a door, putting his thumb on the scanner, which opened the door. He walked in, pulling John over to a machine. "This is our med dispenser. You have to type in the number thaqt goes with the med you want and then put your thumb on the scanner. If you try to get the same meds more than once in a day, it lets Randy know and he comes here to take care of you."

John nodded. "Well that's... different." He said with a shaky laugh. "We never had meds at Dave's. He'd usually just shoot us up with coke or heroin to ease whatever pain we had." He sighed. "So I never complained if I was in pain. I don't like shooting up." He murmured.

Mike nodded. "No, shooting up doesn't look like too much fun. Here, we have meds from tylenol to oxycotin. We have sleep aides and a bunch of other stuff. But the number for vicodin is 1344720," he said.

John nodded, trying to remember the number. "I hope I remember that." He sighed. After John the meds he felt the pain ease up. He looked at Mike as they walked through the house. "So how many moneymakers does Randy own?" He asked.

"I'm not entirely sure. Here in this house, he has about fifty, I think. About half the rooms in the house are filled. There a few fights, but that's to be expected," Mike replied as they walked back to the kitchen.

John nodded, sitting on a chair. "I prefer not to fight. I've been in enough of them to last me 5 lifetimes." He sighed, playing with a strand of his hair absentmindedly.

Mike nodded, curious about John's past but not wanting to intrude or be nosy.

John looked up at Mike. "If your curious just ask." He said, chuckling softly and sipped his tea.

"Ididn't want to seem rude," Mike replied, chuckling. He would get mad if someone tried to pry into his life. "So... What happened?"

John sighed. "Dave happened." He chuckled bitterly. "I was 14, kicked out for being gay. So I started selling myself on the streets by myself... Dave found me and took me in. And it everything went down hill from there." He sighed.

Mike nodded. "I've heard about him. A few guys here were employed by him, but Randy saved them and brought them here."

John nodded quietly. "Yeah... I've been with him for a while." He sighed. He had the scars to prove it. "I'm just... so tired." He murmured, his eyes a little misty.

Mike nodded. "I bet. Well, if you ever need a tour of the place, let me know. I know this place like the back of my hand," he said with a smile. "The massage is in a few hours, but I'll meet you back in here at 12:30."

John nodded. "O-Okay." He said quietly. "So... what kind of clients do we get?" He asked nervously.