You’re Doing It Wrong

by Nijiiro Sumi (虹色墨)

(mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/206783.html)

INT. – RILEY’S APARTMENT – BATHROOM – NIGHT

Close-up on RILEY’s face as he leans in close to the mirror, applying mascara. Catchy pop music plays in the background. Slow pull back, so that we can see him pausing in his ministrations every now and then to bop along to the music, moving his shoulders and arms, mouthing along to the lyrics. He looks as though he’s in his 20s, with fine, almost feminine features, and short brown hair and multiple piercings in each ear: a variety of hoops and studs in his lobes, a cartilage piercing in one ear, and a bar in the other. Full-sleeve renderings of Aztec gods and other mythological imagery cover both his arms. Pull back farther, and we can see a tramp stamp of an infinity symbol in the small of his back. He’s dressed in a pair of dark red briefs.

BEDROOM

The music is still playing. RILEY is now standing in front of a full-length mirror on the closet door and holding up two outfits in front of him: a white sailor “crackerjack” uniform, complete with blue scarf, and schoolgirl uniform with a pleated plaid skirt in the other. He’s still mouthing along to the lyrics. We can see Riley’s bedroom in the background of the mirror, which is extremely neat when compared to the average 20-something male’s.

CUT TO

A computer screen, ostensibly that of someone viewing RILEY’s camboy website. At the top of the screen it says HELP RILEY PAY FOR COLLEGE, and at the bottom is a embedded chatroom, and various buttons: Tip, Private Show, Photos, Videos, About, Contact. But most of the screen is taken up by a video, which shows Riley lying on his bed, propped up on his elbows, dressed in a policeman’s uniform, complete with hat. When he speaks, his voice is obviously coming from computer speakers.

RILEY
Good evening, ladies! Riley here to show you a good time. Hope you’re all having a fabulous Friday night! I know I am.

RILEY twirls his handcuffs and smiles saucily at the camera. The PRIVATE SHOW button at the bottom of the screen lights up, as if someone’s just clicked it. RILEY raises his eyebrows.

RILEY
And that’s the sound of a Private Show request! Sorry boys, bee arr bee!

The video screen flickers, goes black, and then comes back on. RILEY is still seated there, sans hat. He grins at the screen.

RILEY
Hello, Steve0229. What’ll it be today?

STEVE (O.S.)
Well, you know I like to stay on theme. How about something involving misuse of police equipment?

RILEY tilts his head and looks coy.

RILEY
Well, I can’t really handcuff myself, now can I?

STEVE (O.S.)
You can get more creative than that.

RILEY
You’re right, I can.

RILEY momentarily disappears off-camera as he rolls to retrieve something from the floor. He returns with a police baton–not the expandable kind, but the old-fashioned ones with a short handle coming out at a 90-degree angle. He raises his eyebrow at the camera.

STEVE (O.S.)
Oh, yeah.

RILEY
The fun’s just getting started!

RILEY sets the baton aside and unbuttons his uniform shirt. He runs his fingers down the revealed skin but doesn’t linger–customers don’t appreciate paying for too long of a tease. He shrugs off the shirt and drops it off the side of the bed. A tattoo of a Valentine candy heart that says BE MINE rests just above his heart. His chest is pale and smooth and a little thin, without a well-defined six-pack or anything. He slides off his trousers to reveal his briefs and palms the pronounced bulge in the front. He plumps out his bottom lip, tilts his head back and groans.

STEVE (O.S.)
Suck, suck the baton. Suck it like it was my cock.

RILEY
Oh baby, I like the way you think.

RILEY picks up the baton and licks the edge of it, getting it good and wet before slowly pushing it into his mouth. He sucks with every evidence of enjoyment, eyes half-lidded, moaning like he can’t stand it. He presses the heel of his other hand into his crotch and pushes his hips up into it in small circles. STEVE’s breath can be heard coming kind of heavily.

STEVE (O.S.)
Take your underwear off. Take it off.

RILEY tilts his head back and continues sliding the baton in and out of his mouth, while with his other hand he manages to push down the elastic of his underwear. His cock springs free, large and flushed and bare of hair, even on the testicles. He wriggles rather impressively to get his underwear off the rest of the way and flings that, too, off-camera.

STEVE (O.S.)
Touch yourself. Are you going to touch yourself?

RILEY pauses briefly to spit into his hand. He spits again, then palms his cock. He pumps his shaft fast and hard, making little slapping sounds, and continues to suck the baton with his eyes closed, moaning up a storm.

STEVE (O.S.)
Oh God, oh God. You’re so hot. You’re so beautiful.

RILEY pulls the baton out of his mouth. He’s grinning, though his eyes are still closed.

RILEY
You’re so sweet. Such a sweetie. Do you want to see me fuck myself?

STEVE (O.S.)
Oh God, yes. Please fuck yourself. Fuck yourself. Bring yourself off.

RILEY
This is why I like you, Steve. All right, give me a sec.

RILEY reaches off-camera briefly and comes back with a condom. He tears off the foil and rolls the condom down over the end of the police baton with brisk efficiency and. He repositions himself so that he’s on his back, legs raised, with his ass facing the camera. It’s not quite the porno close-up of the ass–for one thing, it’s a webcamera and the resolution isn’t as good–but it provides quite a nice view as he starts to push the baton into his hole. RILEY starts moaning before the baton’s even an inch in; it’s difficult to tell whether he’s putting a show on for his customer or if he’s genuinely enjoying himself.

RILEY
Oh God, it’s so big. It’s so hard.

STEVE (O.S.)
Yeah, yeah. God, fuck yourself.

RILEY
Oh, I am. It feels so good.

RILEY starts thrusting the baton in and out, bucking his hips up to make it. He thrashes his head from side to side and moans; at one point he reaches up to clutch his own hair with one hand, while the other continues to thrust. His cock is hard up against his stomach.

STEVE (O.S.)
Touch yourself. If you want to. You can touch yourself.

RILEY
No, I’m gonna come just like this. Just from this. God, it’s so good.

STEVE (O.S.)
Oh God, oh God.

Several more minutes of RILEY fucking himself. Sometimes he slows it down, giving himself slow, deep strokes. Other times they’re fast, shallow thrusts. At one point his hand drifts down to toy with one of his nipples, and then down farther. He stops short of actually touching his cock and lets his hand just rest on his stomach as he continues to fuck himself.

RILEY
I’m gonna come.

STEVE just groans.

RILEY
I’ll take that as an okay, then.

RILEY comes, splattering semen onto his belly and up his chest. He goes limp with a sigh, rubbing the back of his head onto his sheets, and pulls out the baton with a slick, filthy sound. He pulls off the condom and drops it off the side of the bed, then rolls onto his side to smile at the camera.

RILEY
How was that? Was that good?

STEVE (O.S.)
Oh, hell yeah.

RILEY grins.

RILEY
All right. You know how the billing works, I don’t need to give you the spiel, do I?

STEVE (O.S.)
Naw. Thanks, Riley.

RILEY
Thank you, Steve.

CUT TO BLACK

EXT. STANFORD CAMPUS – DAY

Establishing shot of Stanford University. Students running around, cyclists ignoring stop signs, etc. etc. It’s a nice, sunny day.

INT. CLASSROOM – DAY

Class–or section, rather–is obviously just ending, as the students are collecting their things and departing. RILEY slings his messenger bag over his shoulder and walks up to STEVE, who’s sitting near the back. STEVE is taller and a little more heavily built than RILEY, and more conventional in his appearance: blonde, blue-eyed, fair-skinned, wearing a red and blue striped polo shirt and jeans and sneakers. RILEY is dressed in skinny jeans, an ironic t-shirt, and flip-flops.

RILEY
Hey, so, uh, I was wondering…

STEVE
Huh?

RILEY pauses, obviously nervous about something. STEVE seems a little nervous as well, though he’s hiding it well.

RILEY
Are you doing anything this weekend?

STEVE
Oh, uh, well, it’s my birthday on Wednesday, so my friends and I were gonna go out…

RILEY
Oh, when’s your birthday?

STEVE
February 29. Yeah, I’m a leap year baby.

RILEY
Oh.

STEVE
What was it you wanted to ask me about?

RILEY
Oh, I was just gonna, um, I wanted to see if you wanted to get, um, to get a coffee or something. Sometime.

STEVE looks mortified and doesn’t reply.

RILEY
Sorry, I just, um, you outed yourself in class today as, uh, you know what, never mind, it was dumb, there’s no reason you’d be interested in me–

STEVE
Shit, this is so fucking awkward.

STEVE puts one hand to his head and bites his lip. He looks agonized, tormented. RILEY just looks confused.

RILEY
What? Look, it’s not a big deal if you’re not–

STEVE
I know who you are! I, I found you on tumblr, I’m, uh–

A look of horrified comprehension dawns on RILEY’s face.

RILEY
Shit! You! You’re Steve0229!

STEVE’s face burns red. He grabs his backpack.

STEVE
I’m sorry, I should’ve switched to a different section, I will switch to a different section, this is really, I wouldn’t blame you if–

RILEY
That’s a really fucking lame handle! Your name and your birthday? Really?

STEVE
I’m not very creative, okay?! I was just, I don’t know, I just wanted to see if it was really you, and–

RILEY
Okay. Okay. This is really awkward. You were right. Really, really awkward.

STEVE
Yeah, I–I’m just gonna go.

RILEY
Wait.

RILEY seizes STEVE by the arm before he can make good his escape. STEVE looks down at RILEY’s hand and for a moment it looks like he’s going to shake him off. But he doesn’t, though he doesn’t look at RILEY, either.

RILEY
This can, um. This can still work. Even though it’s kind of weird and backwards. But at least you know I’m a sex worker. I mean, that gets a lot of it out of the way. The, um, the awkward stuff.

STEVE
Dude, it’s like, massively creepy, the part where I’ve been paying you to masturbate for me on camera.

RILEY
Yeah, you could’ve been more up front about that.

STEVE
What was I supposed to say?! Hey Riley, I saw your show last night, it was super hot. Want to go out?

RILEY
Okay, actually, I can see how that’d be really, um.

STEVE
Plus I thought you were way too cool for me. Look at you, with all your piercings and your tattoos and you’re so fucking hot, and I’m just like, some bro who wears Old Navy.

RILEY seems extremely flattered.

RILEY
You think I’m so fucking hot?

STEVE
I would not have spent that much money if I did not think you were so fucking hot.

RILEY
Okay, well, I think you’re hot, too.

RILEY steps a little closer to STEVE and lowers his voice.

RILEY
Wanna fuck me for real?

STEVE
Doesn’t it, doesn’t it violate some kind of code, you know, dating clients?

RILEY smoothes one hand down the front of STEVE’s chest. STEVE stares at that hand as if he doesn’t quite know how it got there.

RILEY
Yeah, well. You wouldn’t be able to be a client anymore.

STEVE
That’s. That’s okay. It was getting pretty expensive.

RILEY
Yeah, I think you paid for…one whole textbook.

They grin at each other, a little helplessly.

RILEY
So, coffee?

STEVE
Okay. But you’re paying. I’m fucking broke.

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