Ryan made his way down the road, seeing the usual trio of whores, who had multiple diseases. He wasn't up for girls tonight. He didn't want to hear the words "harder, Daddy, harder!" from a female.

He stopped his car at the street corner, scanning over the women. He rolled down his window, the small boy sitting on the ground catching his eye.

"Hey, kid." He said, honking the horn. The sound caused the freezing teen on the sidewalk to jump. The hooker trio told him to walk over.

Reluctantly, Ricky stood and left his cardboard sign behind. He stepped over to Ryan, pushing a bit of hair behind his ear. "M-Mr. Sitkowski..?"

Ryan loved the teen's voice. "Mhm. They told you about me, I'm guessing?"

Ricky nodded.

"What's your name?" Ryan asked, rolling down the window a tad more to look at the attractive boy.

"Ricky. My name is Ricky." He replied, blue eyes shimmering under the lamp.

"Why don't you hop in the car with me? I'll take you to my place, we'll have some fun."

Ricky was hesitant to shake his head. "I-I don't know you,"

Ryan held back a sigh. "C'mon. Hop in, we can go to my club and find an empty corner... Do some unspeakable things,"

Ricky blushed a deep red, looking back at his prostitute companions. The three of them gave a thumbs up. Maybe it was okay..? "S-Sure."

So Ricky got into the car, face red and body tense.