Summary: The professional playboy and the ‘innocent straight boy’; Con dazzles Bastian with his world of “deep passion and high fashion”. Only Bastian doesn’t really have a clue what he’s in for or just how much his ‘secret life’ might reveal…boyxboy

A/n: Before I start there’s a note at the bottom if legal stuff confuses you..

Warning: This is a fic with yaoi. AKA boyxboy sex. If this offends you please leave now…or you could keep reading and be pleasantly surprised?

Ickle subnote –for everyone who got my email about his fic I scraped the name Dorian. It just wasn’t working.  Other than all that I guess you can go and read the fic now!

Enjoy peoplefolks.  -Kai

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“I don’t want to go to wherever it is!” Sebastian screeched as five hyper friends dragged him out of the cab and into the crowd queuing for entrance to the club.

“Don’t be silly Bastian! Of course you want to. It’s just a laugh.” Ella cooed in his ear keeping her hand clamped around the material covering his eyes.

“Yeah! You’re only sixteen once Bastian!” The other girl Adele joined in. God this could only get worse…

The six of them had been to four clubs in all throughout the night but it was only 12:30 ‘We’re saving the best for last’ the girls had told him. The last was a ‘surprise’. Sebastian tried not to think of what he was walking into; knowing the girls it wouldn’t be anything normal.

“Or decent” he muttered under his breath as the group was shoved and pushed through the doors. Bastian hated crowded spaces but with the temporary loss of his vision it was even worse. He was glad when they were safely inside and Ella could take the blasted thing off.

He really wished she hadn’t.

“Holy fuck. You have got to be kidding me…” His eyes swivelling around the room at an unnatural pace as Bastion tried to take everything in.

A gay bar.

They were in a gay bar.

“Tell me this is a joke guys. ‘Coz right now it feeling isn’t very funny.” No wonder the guys hadn’t wanted to say anything. Ella pitched a supersonic squeal just right to his left ear.

“Oh come on Bastian! Get with it. It’s only a joke.” Even some of the guys were laughing in his direction.

‘Bastards, this is the last time I let them take me anywhere.’

The two guys, Jon and Duncan, muttered a polite excuse and made they’re way swiftly to the back exit. Sebastian glared at they retreating backs. Traitors.

He didn’t blame them really. The fun was over. They’d come here as a joke and as soon as the novelty wore off they were out of there. They were taking a risk enough, if someone had recognised them… Sebastian chided himself for not chasing after them.

‘Now that would look a bit pathetic.’  Why they’d arranged a gay club of all places was beyond him. The other five weren’t preps; they were the goody two shoes sort of popular. They never fought with anyone but everyone was below them. The girls were all perfect smart funny annoying copies of each other and the guys were much the same. Without the skirts…and the squealing. It didn’t mean they were actually nice people. It was just what they wanted everyone to think. And mostly it worked. They were high class so people sucked up to them. They were the idea role models. Unless you were one of the unlucky few that saw past they’re farce. There were some people the 'perfect' children could never be seen talking to, and some places they could never be caught dead near...like this sort of place.

“So are you coming to dance or not?” Gaping, Bastian tried to look as though he knew what Adele was on about but he hadn’t been listening at all.

“Ella’s already dancing are you coming or not?” She sounded pretty pissed off. She obviously wanted to be here as much as the guys. They were still near the door and he couldn’t see the dance floor very well but Ella was clearly visible. In her luminous pink mini skirt and white iridescent (see through…) boob tube she wasn’t making any effort to blend in.

‘Which she really couldn’t do seeing as she’s a girl and all that…’ Sebastian’s brain told him to shut up and he couldn’t really blame it. It had to listen to his shit 27/4.

Adele looked ready to kill.

“God if you didn’t want to come with us fine but you don’t need to ruin everyone else’s night. You’ve been like this the whole night…there are other people here as well you know!” Wondering what the hell she was on about Sebastian didn’t reply. He knew she was a bitch but she really sounded like she had something against him. Maybe she blamed him for coming to the club. Not that it had been his choice in the matter at all…

“And stop staring at Elly like that! She has a boyfriend, and you have a girlfriend for that matter!” Sebastian was sure she’d slap him then but she seemed to control herself at the last moment and flung a few venomous insults towards him instead. She gave a sneering look around them then finished pointedly on Bastian. Scoffing she turned on her heel and disappeared into the club.

Standing motionless and shocked Bastian felt frozen. Who the hell was she to say that to him? And where the hell had all that come from anyway? What had he done to get up her ass? It was his birthday tonight. If anyone had ruined anyone’s night it had been her ruining his! He had to wonder what she had meant by it all though…maybe she was just PMSing.

‘But no, it was more than that.’ Distant Bastian still hadn’t moved from his spot and was shocked down to reality as a couple nearly walked into him on their way past. Giggling and whispering to each other they didn’t even notice him as she was jostled backwards right into someone else.

“Ohmigod I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean-I mean I didn’t see- it wasn-”

Looking up at the unfortunate he’d just fell over Bastian shat himself. This guy was epitome of the word ‘playboy’.

“Hey, don’t worry yourself.” The playboy model said. Bastian just stood there. He heard his voice…slow, casual…amused. But the words just floated over him. Suddenly the older boy was grabbing his arm and hauling him over to the bar.

Shocked and confused Bastian just accepted the glass he was given. Looking about him for the first time he could really see the inside of the club. It wasn’t anything like he’d imagined a gay club to be like. It was much darker than any of the clubs he’d been in. He could see strobe lights on the ceiling but they weren’t being used, instead there were very few coloured lights moving in lazy sweeps around the room. The people in the room flashed purple and red then blue or green.

And the dance floor…

He couldn’t see Ella or Adele anywhere; maybe they’d gone home. But at that moment he wasn’t looking for the girls. Bastian felt a blush under his shirt and fought to look away but he was fascinated.

The dancing was very varied but it was all so close and intimate. As thought it didn’t matter if there was music or not. It wasn’t dancing - it was sex! Bastian’s now forgotten playboy was sitting on a stool beside him watching him over his glass and chuckling. Sebastian caught the look and tore his eyes away from the men on the dance floor quickly. Clearing his throat he sought to cover up his embarrassment by gulping down the drink he’d been giving.

The alcohol burned his throat and he swallowed so much he nearly choked. The older boy beside him still hadn’t moved his eyes. Afraid to return the pensive gaze Bastian finished off a second shot. Reaching for a third the stranger’s hand stopped his.

“Enough I think, I bet your mum wouldn’t approve.” Usually Bastian would have taken offence but the shots were taking effect and he just felt hot. Tugging at the bottom of his shirt he wondered if he was too drunk to get it off on his own.

Suddenly the other boy was grabbing his hands and pulling him to his feet. Bastian wasn’t sure what he was doing but it didn’t matter really since the other boy was doing all the work. Guiding Bastian to the dance floor the boy smiled knowingly. Suddenly Sebastian was apprehensive. Was he really drunk enough to go this far?

Glancing around at the other men Bastian tried to pull his hand out of the other boys but he just held tighter. The other boy was taller and he smelled of musk and something else, something more compelling…without having time to dwell on it the other boy’s arms tightening around his waist and Bastian was pulled so close he was pressed against him.

Bastian had never been in a situation like this. With girls maybe…but he’d never been pressed against another boy. At first he didn’t move but the boy was still holding his hips and swaying gently so eventually he relaxed and moved with him. Only they were pressed so close it wasn’t really swaying: it was more like grinding…

‘Shit! What the hell am I doing? If anyone else sees me…’ But Sebastian stopped thinking then because the other boy’s hand had somehow slipped under Bastian’s shirt and was making it’s way up his side and over his chest. Suddenly Sebastian was reminded of how hot he was and the boy’s hand running over his fevered skin only served to heighten his temperature. Squirming under the touch Bastian pushed himself closer to the boy. Only happy to comply the other boy stopped half way up his chest and instead used both hands to lift his hips up to meet his own. Bastian felt helpless and alarmed as he hit the cold wall behind. He hadn’t even felt them walk back. Pushed up against the wall Bastian knew he had to stop this now. He was sober enough to know that, and sober enough to say so, yet he didn’t. Instead he wrapped his legs around the other boy’s waist and pulled his down to meet him.

The boy kissed him hard and powerfully but pulled away before Bastian could respond. Instead he started kissing his collarbone and slipped his hand under Bastian’s top again to stroke the feverish skin there. Moaning Bastian arched up a little trying to gain more friction between them but the other boy wouldn’t let him.

Restless and delirious under the heat of the boy’s hands and mouth Bastian let his own hands wander over the other boy.

 Unsure of where to touch or what to do Bastian just let his hands start at the boy’s hips and work from there. Pressing and kneading into the boys flesh Bastian pushed himself up against the boy again and the boy took the hint pressing him further against the cold wall.

Letting his hands skim down over the boys ass and then up to his sides Bastian felt the boys skin as hot and slippery as his.

The boy’s fingers tilted his chin up and his lips lowered as they kissed again. This one wasn’t brief though and Bastian felt shivers and fire consume his already agitated body. The other boys tongue licked along his bottom lip then inside his mouth. Pressing their lips together more furiously Bastian brushed his own tongue along the boys, his hands used to steady himself on the boys hips as he lowered himself to the ground.

Now the boy could get to him better as he slipped a leg between Bastian’s and kissed up the column of his neck before initiating another scorching kiss. Bastian felt the boy’s erection against his thigh and knew he was just as hard. Rubbing harder against the boy he felt the sweat drip off him in exertion. The alcohol had worn off completely but he was past the point of thinking. All that mattered was creating more friction between them to end his building torture.

Breaking the kiss Bastian pressed his lips to the boy’s neck and kissed where it met his bare shoulder. The boy’s hands were running through his hair and digging into his hips in pleasure. His fingers were pressing so hard into his skin it hurt, but the pain just turned to fire in his veins shooting down to between his legs.

Bastian looked up at the boy who had his head thrown back in pleasure and groaned at the sight of the boy.

And then it was all over.

Over his shoulder Bastian could see Adele and Ella searching around the dance floor hurriedly shouting something. Bastian’s vision swan and he’d have fallen if the boy holding him hadn’t have kept him up.

The girls were shouting something, Bastian couldn’t hear it over the sound of the club but he didn’t have to: he knew it was his name anyway.

Leaning in the boy whispered to him.

“You alright? You need water you’re bloody dehydrating. Come on.”

They were both out of breath and shouldn’t have to be thinking in such a state but Bastian’s brain swam furiously trying to come up with words.

“I um,” Bastian croaked before he could be led off by the boy.

“I can’t. I’m fine I just need to go.” The boy was looking at him strangely obviously reluctant to let go of his hand but Bastian was tugging and tugging glancing hurriedly over his shoulder. They couldn’t see him. What if the already had? The girls were coming closer, towards his corner. This was the only place left to look. Adele was pointing towards them. Had he been spotted? The started moving through the crowd, no they hadn’t seem him yet. If they got any closer they would though!

He had to get away now. Finally yanking his hand away he ducked out from the boys arm and ran through the thick crowd towards the entrance. Before he got to the door though a hand clamped down on his wrist and hauled him back.

Beyond afraid Bastian yanked his captor’s wrist as hard as he could forcing them to let go of his own but sending him stumbling out of the door due to the force of the release

His attacker followed outside on his heels though and before he could stand up for himself he collapsed to the ground against the wall of the club.

“Sebastian! Bastian what the fuck is going on? Bastian! Bastian! Come on talk to me!” Ella was screaming hysterically in his ear while Adele had disappeared only to return from the club with a bottle of ice water.

“Drink this.” Her voice was low and emotionless and as she handed Bastian the bottle he noticed an angry red bruising around her wrist.

‘She grabbed me’

Bastian tried to say thanks but his throat wouldn’t work and instead he accepted the drink meekly then slumped unceremoniously against the dirty wall. It took twenty minutes for Ella to get a cab and the wait was silent. Bastian wondered vaguely why Adele was glaring at him like he was about to jump up and attack them both.

He was too tired to think though and had to use all of his energy on staying away as they were bundled into the cramped cab. The ride was just as silent, with only Ella giving instructions to their houses.

They dropped Adele off first, and then Bastian but he was already asleep; curled up against the window.

Sex god.

Ok so maybe that was an overstatement but not by much. As Bastian walked through the corridors of his high school towards his first period class he had to keep himself from hiding his face and cringing at all the people turning to stare as he walked past them.

Trying do to his best to look cool and confident he sauntered into his English classroom and made his way to the back of the class only rushing his pace slightly.

He was pretty late so almost everybody was already there and he got more stares as Daniel and him shifted to their seats.

Daniel.

That was the cause of all the stares this morning. Daniel was the schools Adonis. As well as being on the rugby team and one of the top jocks he was going out with the head cheerleader who just happened to be the principles daughter.

The source of the schools interest this morning was a rumour circulating that he’s gotten Ama (the cheerleader) pregnant. Bastian probably wouldn’t put it past him but equally he didn’t hold much faith in the schools gossipist’s.

Braving a sidelong glance at his friend he saw Daniel sat smugly on the chair practically glowing at his audience.

“Your just loving this aren’t you?” He said when Dan caught him staring. Two girls were whispering conspicuously behind their hands while sneaking glances at Daniel and chose that moment to burst into a chorus of squealing.

Averting his gaze Bastian tried to smother his laughter. Daniel leaned back in his seat again further basking in the attention.

“Every minute Bast, every minute.” He said flashing him a grin. Chuckling Bastian shook his head wondering how mad Dan was to love all that attention and gossip.

“So how did the birthday go last night? Survive?”

‘You have no bloody idea.’  Bastian thought thinking back on the boy he’d met.

“Yeah it was good, at least I don’t have a hangover.” Rummaging in his pocket he pulled out what looked like a business card. Unfolding it he read it over a few times them sighed and put it away again.

Dan watched him silently; he strained his neck a little but still couldn’t see what was written on it. Weird to have a business card in school, and what the hell is so interesting you have to look at it for so long…maybe it’s got mini porn on it. That’s a little far-fetched…maybe it’s one of those cool hologram things you get in serial packets…shiny… Shaking himself out of the fascination with the mystery object Dan let his thoughts drift. The first thing he had to do today was meet up with Ama. Man was she going to be pissed with him. He might love the attention of the whole school but she hated it. Well she liked some of it, but not when it was about her ‘up the duff’. And to be fair it was all totally unfounded. Ama wasn’t really pregnant, and he had no idea where the rumour had come from but it was still amusing to see her squirm.

Ama had been his best friend for years and they were only really going out to please they’re family who thought they were going to grow up and get married.

A snowflakes chance in hell of that but for now they would just play along.

Glancing at the clock he was thankful it was half day. At twelve o’clock he made his way to one of the unisex bathrooms where Ama was waiting for him. In true PMS mode she was standing against a sink, hands on hips tapping one foot incessantly.

“Hey Ama!” He greeted in a faux cheery voice going over to hug her. Needless to say she didn’t look all that pleased. Rolling her eyes she gave one of those ‘men are hopeless’ sighs Dan knew all to well. He watched as she bent down and made sure no-one was in any of the stalls.

“Ok this is far from funny Daniel! I know you had something to do with this rumour! I don’t care if you didn’t start it, it’s not like you’re doing much to tell people the truth and stop spreading the gossip further.” Punctuating her rant with a flick of her sleek black curls. Daniel had kept his gaze steady on the floor tiles for a while but when it became apparent Ama wasn’t adding to her speech he thought he should try reason.

“Ama! This isn’t like you! There have been other rumours…why’s this one got your back up? Y-you aren’t actually pr-“

“NO! God no, I was just pissed you didn’t stick up for me is all.” She sniffed. Ama was sweet and kind and everything the lead cheerleader should be -except a bitch. She wasn’t naïve, but she wasn’t a stuck up bitch either. ‘Down to earth.’ That was Ama.

Putting his arms around her he pulled her against his chest making shushing sounds until she had calmed down.

“Sorry Ama, I know it got out of hand, it’s ok I’ll fix it before the end of the week. ‘kay?” Looking up with reluctant eyes she agreed.

“Good, now onto your brothers party…” Groaning Ama buried herself back into Daniels chest. At least she’s back to her good mood Dan thought to himself.

Since the school got out at twelve o’clock Bastian didn’t see Clara at all. Which in a sadistic kind of way was good. Clara was his girlfriend who up until last night he was totally and completely devoted to. And especially after last night any normal guy would be hunting down their girlfriend to try and prove their manhood about now.

But Bastian wasn’t doing that…which should worry him, but he was too preoccupied to worry. Thanking the gods for a half day he skipped to the bus stop and got on the first bus that looked half presentable. He didn’t really have any idea where he was going but he figured if he was in the shitty part of town and he needed to go to the decent part of the town he’d need to get on a decent bus. Maybe. It was pretty empty so Bastian took a seat anywhere and watched the traffic speed by as the bus moved onwards.

After a while Bastian got bored of looking out the window and started counting down the stop until he had to get off…if he was correct in guessing the bus route. But then again maybe the bus driver wanted to take a new route today, or maybe he was really a mad suicide terrorist person and was going to crash into some important building killing himself and Sebastian.

Suddenly a few thoughts struck Sebastian as to why this was ludicrous:

1: There were no important buildings in this godforsaken town

2: this wasn’t exactly the most crowed of public transport.

3: It was nearly lunch, if he was going to kill people he would have done it already.

Even so Bastian was itching to look under his seat for a bomb or something. For the rest of the bus ride he fidgeted taking a piece of paper out of his pocket and twisting and folding then unfolding then scrunching. But he didn’t really look at it; keeping it in his hand he jumped off the bus and went to sit on a wall while he figured out what to do.

For a little while he just sat staring at everybody come off the busses and consult the map on the side of the bus station. Following their lead he stepped up to read it himself but he heard the man in front of him on his cell phone and stopped.

Pretending to read the map he listened to the man.

“Yeah, Yeah…Prineton? On the left, number seventy-two. Yup, yeah see you. Bye.”  Prineton? Unscrewing the paper in his hand Sebastian read it. ‘Prineton Av.” Yup that was the place. Seeing as this was his best bet he decided to go with it. As the man clicked off his call and started to walk away Bastian followed a little behind. They didn’t walk on for many streets, maybe 3 blocks until Sebastian read the sign ‘Prineton Av.’ Slowing his pace a bit he looked around wondering what to do. A clock somewhere struck one o’clock and a lot of doors opened as businessmen came out for lunch. Catching up with the man from the bus stop as he went into a café he made sure he wasn’t meeting anybody then tapped him on the shoulder as he sat at a table.

The man turned and looked shocked to see him, maybe he remembered him from the bus stop? Never mind too late now.

“Hey I was wondering if you knew where number um” Number seventy-two…Arielle’s. He couldn’t ask for directions to a…a brothel. “To number seventy please?” He finished hoping to god number seventy was something respectable. 

“Whitchit & Chase?” The man said, and when Bastian gave him a blank stare elaborated. “The law firm?”

“Yeah!” Bastian said thinking hard to make up an excuse. “My cousin works there. She um, she said to meet me but I forgot the directions she uh, she gave me.” He said awkwardly. The man gave him a slightly suspicious look but eventually seemed to believe him and pointed right across the road to one of the buildings. While they were talking another man appeared and once Sebastian said thanks the two men wondered off elsewhere. Looking around the Café/bar seemed to be filling up quickly so Bastian took the man’s seat and ordered a coke.

Unfolding the piece of paper again for what felt like the fiftieth time that day Bastian read it over. It was hard to believe that the boy in the club had been a prostitute. He hadn’t, looked like one. But then again Sebastian wasn’t really sure what a ho’ looked like.

Looking back up at the building Bastian had the sudden urge again to just jump on the first bus back home and forget about him.

Conner, at least that was the name on the card. And what if he even got to see Conner, what then? It wasn’t like he was actually going to pay him. He could never afford it anyway. Conner wasn’t just a whore; Arielle’s wasn’t just a brothel. It was a brothel for escorts. Escorts charged thousands against prostitutes costing hundreds. But then why approach Bastian in the club? He would never have been able to pay him. And he had never introduced the idea of money…maybe it was his off day?

And a ho’s going to go pick folk up on his time off…defeating the point of time off a little.  Back to the subject…what was he going to say?

Leaving the coke unfinished Bastian shuffled his way out of the bar and over the street up the stairs and into the reception of number Seventy two Prineton Avenue.

The woman at the desk was dressed in a tight fitting blouse and a tight, way-too-short see-right-the-way-up scarlet red mini-skirt to match her glossy lips. Taking a moment to drag his eyes to hers Bastian saw her expression and felt panicky again. She looked disbelieving even before he’d made his request.

Trying his best not to be put off he walked closer to the desk and cleared his throat.

“I’m looking for Conner,” When she only arched a perfectly sculptured eyebrow Bastian dug in his pocket for the card and laid it out in front of her. “Conner, Conner Reeves? H-he works here right? He gave me this…I was wondering-”

Suddenly the blonde looked enlightened and Bastian wondered if the tight outfit was cutting off circulation to her brain.

“Um, if your sure. You don’t exactly look the type though.” She said giving him the best elevator look he’d ever seen. Trying furiously not to blush he muttered randomly. And what did she mean ‘not the type’.

Watching as she swung around on her chair and dialled someone on the phone Bastian tried to figure out what she’d meant.

As she arched back on the chair and stretched one elegant leg up over the other one while sneaking him a not to subtle glance he realised what she was on about.

She thought he was gay.

‘Well you did fool around with another guy, and in a gay club no less. Plus! You’re even chasing him up...your not gay?’ A nippy voice sounded in his head. Yeah well maybe the nippy voice had a point this time…if he wasn’t then why the hell was he here?

Suddenly his life-changing musings were cut short as the receptionist put down the phone and whirled the chair back to him not before giving him half a view of her skirt now so far up her legs in was basically a belt.

“Just go through that door and wait until you’re called.” She said pointing to a door opposite the desk. Thanking her Sebastian pocketed the card and went through the door.

Compared to the fresh, model reception this room looked much more like a brothel. The lights were dimmed severely, so at first Bastian had to squint until his eyes adjusted. It was like a waiting room with two chaise longues and three comfy chairs around the walls with a middle table in the centre scattered with files and pictures.

As Bastian scanned the room he suddenly saw three pairs of eyes appear from the dim light. Fighting back the urge to just turn and flee Bastian cleared his throat and sidled into the room, perching himself on the edge of a sofa. After ten minutes of trying to sink into the sofa Bastian realised how stupid he was being. The other people in this room were probably just as embarrassed.

One was a well-dressed woman in her early forties; she looked quite comfortable sifting through a magazine on the table. He’d heard of rich woman being regulars at escort agencies but he’d never actually seen proof. Sad to pay for sex when your that rich.

Another was a handsome man in a business suit; he looked much younger than the woman but more on edge. Maybe it was his first time here. Bastian sat wondering how someone could pay such a high amount of money just for sex…were they really that desperate, or was the service here just really good.

Trying not to laugh at the thought Bastian distracted himself in the files on the table. Picking one at random he flicked it open. There was an ID page with the name of the girl, description, what she likes, her skills, specialties and costs per hour. Clipped onto the page was a picture of her.

After reading through the file Bastian felt disgusted. How could someone let himself or herself be treated like an object? Looking again at the costs seemed to shed some light on that though. Thousands of pounds just for a few hours; that wasn’t including anything ‘fancy’. Having had enough of that Sebastian sat back in his seat and started working on what he was going to say when he saw Conner.

“You here to see Conner?” A woman was standing illuminated in a doorway across the room. Following her through the door he sat in the chair across from her and she sat behind a desk.

For a few seconds the woman sat and peered at him over her frames giving Bastian time to study her. She looked old enough to be his mum, but had enough plastic pumped into her she would pass off as a life-size Barbie™. Not that she was distasteful. She was wearing what seemed to be the uniform around the building. A short tight skirt and a tight shirt open so far you could tell her underwear probably cost more than her outfit. The glasses she had perched on her nose were for decoration too because they were empty of glass.

“Listen kid, you look awful young to be in an escort agency.”

“I’m sixteen!” He said defensively.

“Exactly. This is your own choice, but I’m gonna warn you anyway. Conner isn’t someone you want to mix with. He’s just gonna screw with you, so to speak, until he gets bored.”

“I think I’m old enough to make that decision for myself.” Bastian replied hotly.

“You sure ‘bout that?” Came Conner’s voice.

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A/n: Merci to all for reading. I’m glad you are. If your interested in the fic please review…and the 2nd chapter shouldn’t be long in coming I hope. See you then!

Love Kai

This is a fic about an escort and a student. An escort is just a fancy term for a ‘classy’ rent boy. (or girl) They’re basically prostitutes except they go out ‘on hire’ with people to big parties and conventions as well as sleeping with them. They’re much higher paid than street ho’s and live the life of the super rich. That’s really the only difference.

2nd point:  I live in Scotland and I have no clue what the laws are in the States or Australia but here the age of consent is 16 for male/female and 18 for male/male. There is no age of consent for girl/girl sex. (if I have any of this wrong will someone tell me, thanking you.