"I'm Not Just a Sniper"
By
Everyone hugs each other, elated to see the other alive and
well. Zell hugs Quistis, Squall hugs
Rinoa, and Irvine reluctantly hugs Selphie.
"What happened, guys?" The normally brooding leader
asks.
Selphie grins widely, "We blew
up the Missile Base!"
Zell chimes in, "Yeah
Leonhart! Mission accomplished!"
"Good work everyone. Let's go back to the Garden," Squall
begins
to walk off.
"But Squall, the Garden's in
Balamb. We're in this.... fishing
place,"
Quistis looks around. Being in that
metal monstrosity has
weakened her
eyesight, but the smell of dead fish and sea air is a
total
giveaway.
"The Garden.. sort of crashed
here. It's a long story," Rinoa
smiles
and grasps
Squall's arm. "But we're
okay.. We're all together
again!"
The group begins to head back to the
"docked" Garden, but
Rinoa keeps
Squall back. As they talk, Zell,
Quistis, Irvine, and
Selphie walk
around the city named Fisherman's Horizon.
They pass
by a quaint
cafe next to the FH hotel, where an older man sits
reading his
newspaper. He does a double take and
licks his lips.
Without
hesitation he shouts out to the group, "Hey baby, how much?"
The girls turn around and give the
man the most baneful glares they
have ever
given. Irvine tips his hat forward.
"Gals, I'll take
care of the
pervert. You go on ahead without
me." Selphie
giggles and
hugs her cowboy, "Thanks, Irvy!"
Irvine forces a fake smile,
"Anytime." The girls go off
with their
now-chivalrous
image of Irvine as the actual Irvine goes up to the
older man
and whispers, "Eight hundred gil an hour."
"Mmmm.. you drive a hard
bargain cowboy."
"Take it or leave it."
"I think I'll indulge. You got a deal. I'm glad you answered, but
I'm sorry if
I insulted your friends."
"They'll
live. Now, what do you want?"
Irvine purrs and moves closer to the man, almost rubbing against him.
"Right
now, I want a blowjob. But not here, in
the hotel."
"Anything else?" Irvine licks his lips while following
the older man
to his hotel
room.
"Let me test you, first.
I'll give you the 800 gil for the
blowjob. I only need you for the hour. By the way, my name is
Mr.
Cambrige."
"Mmmmmhmmm...." Irvine
stuffs the man's cock down his
throat.
The older man moans, "Ohhhh... Irvine..... suck it hard..." Irvine lets the tip of the large organ reach the back of his hot
mouth as his
client pushes the younger man's head closer to his
crotch. "Make me come, Irvine...."
A sudden rush of warmth enters Irvine's throat as he pulls
away. The stream hits his face, coating it with
streaks of
white.
"I want you to swallow it," The client demands.
Irvine licks his lips and swallows the fluid in one quick gulp.
The man sits up and smiles, "You look hot like that."
"(Yeah, whatever.) Your taste.... it's addicting..."
Irvine reaches
up and
touches the sticky cream on his face.
"(Damn.... It's all
over my cheeks....)"
"You're very talented.
Would you like to wash up before you
leave,
sweetie?"
"Yes, please," Irvine sheepishly grins as his client
points to the bathroom.
The cowboy washes his face of the
white fluid, splashing the warm, soapy water over his cheeks and nose. Soon a hand slides down his back, reaching
underneath his duster and burying itself between Irvine's lower cheeks. The invading hand lets a finger tease the
boy's hole, circling it with a feather light touch. The man embraces Irvine from behind and lets his other hand dive
into the front of his lover's pants.
"You're so hot......
Let me sample your body......"
Irvine's words grow slurred with soft moans. The finger slips inside, slowly plunging in
and out. "I think I will need your
services later on... You're so tight...
and wet....." The man licks the outer rim of the escort's ear.
"Y.. yes sir..." Irvine sighs.
"But first.. I'll
need your.. measurements."
"Pardon..?" Irvine blinks, "Why?"
"You'll find out later on this afternoon, along with all the
other instructions," Cambrige lets go of the young cowboy and takes out a
tailor's measuring tape. He quickly
jots down Irvine's dimensions.
"Thank you."
"No problem..." Irvine scratches his head.
Cambrige smiles, "No, thank you." He hands the boy his 800 gil and sends him
on his way.
"That was weird," Irvine
says to himself while entering the Garden's hallways. Squall then spots his new charge. "Hey Irvine.. I heard what you did for Quistis and
Selphie. You're a brave guy."
"Yeah, thanks," Irvine blushes.
Squall then notices something out of place in Irvine's hair,
"Hey, what's that stuff?"
"What stuff?"
"It looks like gel," Squall reaches for one strand of Irvine's
bangs.
Irvine reaches it first, realizing what it is, "Um, it's
nothing.. really... I gotta go.."
He suddenly trots off toward the dorm wing of the Garden, but before he's too far,
"Um, Squall? When are the repairs
gonna be done?"
Squall blinks, "I think another two days at least."
"Good! Later!"
Irvine vanishes around the corridor from Squall's sight. "(Damn... he came on my hair
too...)" he thinks as he rubs the slicked substance on his bangs.
Someone knocks on the cowboy's dorm. "Who is it?" Irvine asks sort of
loud.
"Mr. Cambrige sent me."
"(Shit!)" Irvine jumps up and answers the door. A well dressed man stands in the doorway,
and he's holding a big, white box, "Are you Irvine?"
"Y.. yeah."
"Mr. Cambrige wanted me to give this to you. It includes instructions on where to meet
him tonight. Please sign here." He
hands the student a clipboard. Irvine
signs it and hands the man a few gil for his trouble. "Thank you, sir," the deliveryman smiles. Irvine places the box on the bed and opens
it.
"A.. it's a tuxedo..."
Irvine's eyes go wide. He feels the
soft,
luxurious fabric, "This is Trabian wool.... must've cost a fortune...." He finds a note under the tuxedo's coat.
Dear Irvine,
Inside this
box you will find my gifts to
you: A full
tuxedo with bowtie and
vest, shoes,
and a little something
extra for
our night together. I
would like
for you to meet with my guards
at the F.H.
hotel at 9:00 P.M. They will
escort you
to the ballroom at the
Timber
Hotel. I'll pay you for a total of
five hours,
plus a special bonus if you
show
up. I look forward to having your
company, my
young, delicious cowboy....
-Mr. Adrian
Cambrige
Within seconds Irvine jumps into the
shower to wash up. It takes him about
two minutes to decide to take the job.
"Four thousand gil... I could use the cash.." He dries off and discovers what Mr. Cambrige
left him underneath the tuxedo....
"What the....? A
black garter belt, thigh-high stockings, and.." He holds up a very skimpy,
black silk thong with lace. "It's so
damn.... tiny..." Irvine blinks, then
checks the time. "I need to get
dressed." He dries his hair with
his hairdryer, and begins his lengthy preparation. First he brushes his hair and put it in a ponytail. Then he puts on his makeup, but only some
foundation and a bit of tinted lip gloss.
After a splash of cologne, he gets dressed in his assigned outfit,
starting with those naughty items left for
him by Mr.
Cambrige. He gives himself a final
check-up in the mirror. "If I
don't knock him dead.... I'm not sure what will..."
After sneaking out of the Garden,
Irvine meets with his client's bodyguards outside the FH hotel. They load him into a helicoptor and fly him
into Timber. Soon he is escorted into
the hotel's ballroom.. and a very high-class party. Mr. Cambrige walks up to Irvine, "You made it..."
Irvine tips
his ever-present cowboy hat, "Of course."
He takes Irvine to meet with some other people, "This is my
nephew
from
Winhill... Irvine."
The group looks at him and smiles, "Nice to meet you,"
One man introduces himself. Mr.
Cambrige goes on to rant about how his "nephew" attends the Garden
and how he's going to be a SeeD. All Irvine
has to do is to stand there and smile.
This goes on for about two hours, and then.....
"I should turn in for the night. I'm going to show Irvine to his room. Good night," Mr. Cambrige bows and escorts Irvine to the
main hotel. Once they get to the suite,
Adrian opens the door, "Here you go."
Irvine enters the room, "So, how was my performance,
'uncle'?"
"Oh, shut up...." He smiles, closing and locking the
door. He wraps his arms around Irvine's
slim waist, "You're so beautiful... almost feminine... no offense..."
He kisses him, "and you're flavored..."
Irvine blushes, "Thanks...
I did put on the items you specified.." He steps back and unfastens
his pants. Soon they're pooled around
his ankles, and he's standing there with thigh-high stockings, garter,and the
silk thong. "You like what you
see...?"
"Very much so... My,
don't you look naughty..." He picks Irvine up and lays him on the
bed. Several hours pass. Over and over Adrian penetrates the young
cowboy, enjoying his young escort. He
knows Irvine's experienced at his young age, but still... Irvine....a beauty..... Shouldn't he have a better life? Something he, Adrian Cambrige, can give
him? He comes suddenly, pulling out and
discarding the condom. He watches
Irvine drift off to sleep in his arms.
He looks so innocent, despite his job.
He hates what he has to do, but
he calls his
bouncers, dressing Irvine back up and taking him back to the Garden. "I'll be in touch..." He whispers
as they leave with
his escort.
END PART 6