Cylus 1, 719
Continued from here
Dorik slipped out into the night, not looking back at Claudia's shop as he went. She'd still be there for him, no need to let her see him looking. She might confuse that for affection, and Dorik couldn't have that. It was still chilly out, and he cursed himself from not grabbing a cloak from her before he went. He'd make her get one for him tomorrow. She was already wrapped around his cock. It wasn't even that good of sex, but the drive behind it is what brought her about.
He removed the biggest problem in her life. And became the newest one. She'd try to fix him, he'd let her see some "improvement," all the while, seeing how far he could take her down the rabbit hole. He could feel himself hardening again at the mere thought. He whistled a tune as he tucked the key to her place into a hidden pocket, finding himself wondering if she had any of Scalvoris' more fun plants growing in her shop or garden. If not, she definitely would soon. He could go for a good smoke after that plowing he gave her.
He strolled up to the Lemon Messy, peering in. It was winding down, just one couple left, an older gentleman and a younger tart. He paused, taking a moment to look them over. He watched as the man's hand was creeping up her thigh, and she was certainly allowing it. Though the enjoyment looked fake to Dorik. Hard to say for sure though. His best guess was that she was a higher class of prostitute, and he had some money. Maybe not rich, but certainly not poor either.
He strolled on past the restaurant before any of the workers saw him. He didn't need them getting a bad first impression and shooing him away just because they were closing. He walked around the side of the building, and then began whistling. Just loud enough to give his presence away. No need to sneak up on anyone right now. He turned another corner and was outback. The backdoor to the restaurant was propped open, probably to let the heat out. And there was a young boy. Maybe a man, hard to tell, he was in them teenage years.
He was digging through some crates in the back of a draw cart. Recent shipment it seemed. The boy looked up as Dorik arrived, having heard the whistle. Dorik didn't pause, making out like he was just on a stroll. The boy waved at him awkwardly, and as Dorik got close he could see the acne. Poor guy, Dorik remembered those years. Nothing fun about that. He nodded at the boy, and kept on walking. Once he was what he considered a safe distance, for the boy, away, he stopped.
He turned back to the boy, a perplexed look on his face, "Say, mate, you didn't see a couple walking back here did ya? Bigger guy, little blonde thing?"
The boy shook his head, "No sir, just you back here."
Dorik smiled, pretending to be awkward at the use of sir, his hand coming up to the back of his head, "No need to calm sir. We're both men here." He reached into his pocket, grabbing a silver from his coin purse, flipping it to the boy, who caught it. "Thanks anyways mate."
The boy smiled, "Sure thing mister."
Dorik turned to leave, pausing again and turning back. "Name's Dorik, by the way. If you see them, come find me at Claudia's. I'll double that coin."
Dorik started to sidle off when the boy called out, "Will do mister Dorik. I'm Jenji."
The man nodded, "Pleasure, mate." He then disappeared down an alley, and began making his way to the docks. After all, he had a promise to keep. And Dorik always kept his promises.
