"I'm not Just a Sniper"
(Part 5)
By
After those two sexual encounters, Irvine
Kinneas became one
of the
most requested escorts of the Deling Escort Service. He went
from a
naive, young boy to a seasoned escort within three years.
Every
man, from someone who just wanted a quick fling to middle-aged
businessmen
who wanted someone to shower their attention on, wanted,
and
still want Irvine as their date! Now
seventeen, Irvine is ready
to move
on and spread the word of his escort service to other
countries. Of course he still has SeeD training to
complete. After
all
this is why he became an escort in the first place, right? He
sits up
and meets with his new teammates.....
That night the group sits down in the
Galbadia Hotel lounge
to
discuss strategy. The dark-haired
leader speaks up, "According to
the
guard outside the mansion, General Caraway wants us to prove
ourselves
with finding this student's ID card in the Tomb of the
Unknown
King. Selphie, Rinoa, you're coming
with me. Irvine, since
you're
the sniper for the mission, I want you to rest up for
tomorrow
night. Quistis, Zell, you rest up
too."
The
girl in yellow sulks, "Awwww!! How
come Irvy Kinnea-poo can't go
with
us? Come on Squall!"
"I
told you Selphie, he is to rest. Now
let's move out," Squall
stands
up. He is followed out by Rinoa and
Selphie. Irvine
grins,
"Leaves me more time for you Quistis."
The
older blonde rolls her eyes, "Yeah, right...." she adjusts her
glasses. Suddenly a phone rings, "What's
that? A cellular?" The
former
instuctor asks.
Irvine
blinks and takes a small phone from his pocket, "Must be
mine." He looks at the ID and gulps, "Sorry..
I gotta take this."
He
excuses himself and takes the call in the corridor of the
restrooms.
"Hello?"
/"Irvine,
it's Darlene."/
"Hey! How are ya?"
/"I'm
well... I saw you coming out of the
train this afternoon. Are
you
on a big SeeD mission?"/
"Kinda..
can't really say. I'm close to bein' in
SeeD, though."
/"I'm
so proud of you! But that's not why I'm
calling."/
"Oh? What's up?"
/"I
have a client who's interested in meeting you."/
"For
how long?"
/"He's
willing to pay for the whole night."/
"Damn...
must be loaded......"
/"You
okay, Irvine? You sound nervous."/
"A
bit... but it's about the mission. Okay
Darlene, where does he
want to
meet?"
/"In
front of the Galbadia Hotel. His name
is Mr. Forrester."/
"The
big CEO from Dollet?!"
/"I
think so... he's looking forward to meeting you."/
"I
won't let you down... I promise."
/"You
be careful and have fun Irvine, okay?"/
"I
will."
/"Take
care now.. bye."/
"bye." Irvine hangs up his cellular.
"Who
was that?" Quistis asks as she walks in on her new ally.
Irvine
turns around, "It was my aunt.. Darlene..."
"What
did she say?"
"She
said she found an old family friend and she wanted me to have
dinner
with them. Is it okay that I take the
night off?"
Quistis
smiles, "Okay Irvine. Squall and
the others aren't due back
until
later tomorrow. Be sure to be back by
then, or else we'll both
be
suffering the wrath of Leonhart."
"Trust
me, I won't be late," he grins back and walks out of the
lounge.
Once Irvine's out of sight, Quistis goes
back over to
Zell,
"I'm going after Irvine."
The
spiked blonde looks up, "Why? You
just let him go out. If that
was me
you'd smack me upside my head! Must be
because he's cute.
Typical."
Quistis
glares, "Not like that.
Something's wrong. I'll be back
in
a few
hours." She only takes a few types
of ID along with her
room
key and whip and walks out of the lounge.
"Where can that
cowboy
be..?"
Irvine smoothes out the wrinkles in his
coat and waits for
his
client outside the hotel. Within a few
minutes a man walks up.
He
seems to be in his mid-40's, greying brown hair, glasses, and
dressed
in a tuxedo. "You Irvine?" he
asks.
"That's
me," Irvine looks up, smiling.
The
older man gazes up and down Irvine's frame, "I'm Mr. Forrester.
Mmmm... You come just as advertised."
Irvine
tips his hat, "Well, I aim to please."
"I
bet you do," The man steps closer, unzipping Irvine's vest
partway
and slipping a hand inside. His
fingertips brush against
a
nipple. Irvine sighs softly,
"Mmmm..."
Forrester
smiles, "Your skin is so soft Irvine.. I can't wait to
sample
more of it... but first.. care for some dinner?"
"Sure.."
Irvine grins and zips his vest back up.
Mr. Forrester takes
Irvine's
hand and walks him to a posh restaurant up the street.
While
the walk into the restaurant Quistis spots Irvine, and the
much
older man with him, with his arm around the cowboy's waist. She
blinks
and follows them in.
Irvine walks back from the bathroom,
"Sorry.. I had to take
care of
something."
Mr.
Forrester nods, "That's okay. I
didn't know what you like to
eat, so
I ordered everything on the menu."
"You...
did..?" Irvine's eyes widen when all this food arrives.
You're..
very generous.... er... I didn't catch
your first name."
"Call
me Morigan," He chuckles, placing a hand on Irvine's knee. The
young
cowboy blushes and chews on some teryaki chicken. "You're
incredibly
sexy..." He whispers into Irvine's ear.
Quistis
listens in from a table nearby. She
hides herself behind
the
restaurant's large menu, "(Who is that guy...?)"
Irvine
smiles, but then looks over to where Quistis is sitting,
"Hmmm..?"
She
quickly ducks, "(Too close.. I'm no good at this under-cover
shit..)"
"Is
something wrong, Irvine?" Morigan asks.
He
shakes his head, "No..... Thought
I saw someone I knew..."
"I'll
take care of the bill," Morigan has Irvine wait at the front
of the
restaurant. Soon they take the older
man's limousine to his
penthouse
apartment outside the city. This is
where Quistis loses
them,
"Irvine's a...."
Irvine overlooks the city from a large
window, "Wow... it
looks
so peaceful from up here..." The
older man nods and wraps his
arms
around Irvine's lithe waist, "You like it..? Then you'll love
my
bedroom.." He picks Irvine up with incredible ease and carries
him to
the oversized bedroom. Soon their
clothes lie on the floor
as the
older man penetrates his cowboy from behind.
Irvine cries
out in pleasure,
feeling his length sheathed in his client's hand.
The
older man slides a sex toy inside of Irvine while penetrating.
Such a
feeling drives Irvine over the edge, making him come all over
his
client's hand. The man comes as well,
smiling when he sees his
essence
drip down Irvine's toned thighs. He
picks Irvine up and
rolls
onto his back, laying the cowboy on top of him, "Are you
ready
to ride, cowboy?"
Irvine
nods, kissing Morigan's lips, "I sure am..." The older man
grins
and enters the younger man again, wanting to flood this boy once
more in
his essence.
A steady dose of sunlight causes Irvine's
eyes to flutter
open. His green eyes sparkle, "M.. Mornin'
already..?" A strong
aroma
of coffee wafts through to his nose, "Mmmm... Mountain
blend..."
He gets up and throws on only his trench coat for lack of
any
kind of robe. Morigan is brewing
coffee, "Good morning,
beautiful. Did you sleep well?"
"Yes,
thanks."
"If
you like you can leave. Or you can
shower and at least share a
cup of
coffee. Either way your payment is on
the counter."
Irvine
smiles, "I'd like to shower then... you know, since I'm
kinda
all sweaty from last night."
"Help
yourself, my dear."
The
cowboy grins boyishly and goes to shower.
Unbeknownst to him
Morigan
watches, enjoying himself while his escort bathes. Irvine
has a
quick cup of coffee before leaving and taking his pay of
10,000
gil plus a 2,000 gil tip. He almost
squeals while going back
to
Deling City.
"Where were you last night,
Irvine?!??!" Quistis screams at
him. Irvine shrugs, "Went out to see the
town again. Is that a
crime?"
"No,
but you violated the Garden's rule of curfew.
I'll have to
report
your actions to Headmaster Kramer since you've transferred
to our
Garden."
"But
I'm still enrolled as a Galbadian student.
You can't touch
me.."
Irvine smirks and walks away. "I'm
gonna go take a nap..
Let me
know when his bitchiness returns from the tomb, would ya?" He
disappears
into his hotel room. Quistis just
stands there, stunned
at
Irvine's irreverent behavior from last night and just now. "If
I
didn't know any better I say that guy paid you to sleep with him,"
She
hisses and goes to her room to write up the report. "If
anything
YOU'RE the bitch, Irvine Kinneas. Not
Squall."
END
PART 5