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dollars in his pocket he didn't venture out past the grocery store. So the only place that he knew where he could rid himself of the innocents that he once held onto like a badge, was 'The Top Hat,' the bar he had visited with Rex.
    Justin knew only one way of finding someone so he replicated what he did with Rex exactly. Picking out his best clothes he dressed and went out to catch the bus. He chose the bus that would drop him off a little after 9 pm just a few hundred feet away from the door.
    When he approached the door he looked for recognition in the bouncer's eyes.
    "ID," the bouncer barked.
    "Do you remember me? I was here last week with Rex."
    The bouncer looked down at the young white boy in front of him who could have easily have been 16 as he could have been 20.
    "Remember to tip the bouncer. Do you know what that means?"
    Justin wasn't going to pretend to know what he was doing. Remembering all of things he had done with Rex was going to be hard enough.
    "It means that in one week's time, in this hand there is going to be a hundred dollar bill. Is that clear?"
    Justin shook his head but wasn't convinced that he would do it.
    "And same goes for the bartender. None of this is free, you hear me? If you want to play in this playground than you have to pay," the large black man emphasized to Justin.
    "Yes sir," Justin replied.
    "Yes sir?" The bouncer chuckled. "I like you. Now go work your ass off. And be sure to ask for at least four hundred. Your fine sweet ass is worth at least that."
    Justin walked in thinking how a night with him, a boy who had no experience and who didn't even know how to suck a cock, could be worth as much as a week's pay on the farm. But the bouncer said it with such authority he was going to listen to what he said.
    Justin crossed the room and felt as all of the eyes in the room turned to him. Without Rex next to him to do it, he rubbed his hand on his ass as he approached the bar. And when he sat down he was hoping that a drink would be waiting for him. There was not.
    "Can I get you something?" the bartender asked.
    "Umm," Justin uttered. "Is anyone paying?"
    The bartender chuckled and then said "do you know how the tipping works?"
    Justin was proud to admit that he did.
    "Then it's on me. What do you want?"
    "What was it again? A good screw?"
    "A good screw?" the bartender chuckled again. "You mean a Sloe Comfortable Screw?"
    "Yeah that's it. They were good."
    "Coming up."
    Justin swiveled around on his bar stool. Many of the single men were looking at him but never having done this before he didn't know what to do next.
    The bartender returned with his drink and Justin thanked him.
    "You alright?" The bartender asked.
    Justin wasn't sure how the bartender picked up on it but no, he wasn't.
    "I've never done this before," Justin admitted.
    "You never picked up someone before?"
    "No, I never did any of this before."
    "Weren't you in here the other night with Rex?"
    "Yeah, but that guy just…" Justin leaned in and whispered, "jacked me off."
    "So you're fresh?"
    "Real fresh. I've never done anything before."
    The bartender paused. "Wait, nothing at all? With anybody?"
    "No."
    "You're a virgin?"
    Now 20, Justin had learned to hate that word. "Yeah."
    The bartender leaned back, stared at the 16-year-old looking farm boy in front of him. "I'll find you someone, but you have to ask for $1000 and I want double my tip."
    Justin was stunned at the thought of receiving a thousand dollars for one night. "But I don't know what I could do for that," he admitted.
    "Just do whatever he says. You got that?"
    "Yeah, but can I get two more of these?" Justin said tapping on the glass.
    "Coming up."
    Justin wasted no time in tossing back the first one. He was now officially nervous but he blamed the temperature of the glass for why his hands were shaking. When the second one came it didn't last any longer, and when the third one came, it came with a nudge and point from the bartender.
    With the third drink in