[ Ash can feel the stares, and he can read the thoughts behind it. It's contempt, astonishment that a Sub would dare yell and nearly assault a Dominant. It doesn't help calm his racing heart or the spiraling thoughts. Luckily, he's practiced. The slip was temporary, but he's not idiot. He knows he's shown a private side of himself to this man.
People underestimate prostitutes, at least the skilled ones. They were actors and salesman and dreams all rolled into one. If you could read a client, you could give be their fantasy brought to the flesh. If this man has the talent he claims, that means he's been reading Ash, conscious or not. With such a big give, he feels exposed, vulnerable.
He can leave. Ash can even be nasty enough that he could make this stranger decide that even his pretty face isn't worth it. Sometimes, he found himself dropping such lines even to those close to him, unsure if he's pushing them away or testing them. He regrets it immediately every time.
A mistake has been made, but now Ash has to decide if he'll keep digging or fight the shame that brings that instinct. His mind moves quickly. Despite all of the choices that have to be made, there's barely a pause at all. ]
You said you know a place?
[ He just has to remember that even if there are hints that there's something in his past, and even if people can connect it to the right trauma, they can't know the degree. It's not as blindingly obvious as it feels. ]
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People underestimate prostitutes, at least the skilled ones. They were actors and salesman and dreams all rolled into one. If you could read a client, you could give be their fantasy brought to the flesh. If this man has the talent he claims, that means he's been reading Ash, conscious or not. With such a big give, he feels exposed, vulnerable.
He can leave. Ash can even be nasty enough that he could make this stranger decide that even his pretty face isn't worth it. Sometimes, he found himself dropping such lines even to those close to him, unsure if he's pushing them away or testing them. He regrets it immediately every time.
A mistake has been made, but now Ash has to decide if he'll keep digging or fight the shame that brings that instinct. His mind moves quickly. Despite all of the choices that have to be made, there's barely a pause at all. ]
You said you know a place?
[ He just has to remember that even if there are hints that there's something in his past, and even if people can connect it to the right trauma, they can't know the degree. It's not as blindingly obvious as it feels. ]