Ever since I was born I had always had a baby face. I was the oldest kid in my family and my little brother looked much older than I did. It irked me that he looked so mature (and hot). He even got some cheap tattoos without our parents knowing. Sometimes, it was hard to look at him without being turned on, plus it did not help that he walked around the house most of the time without a top.
Our air conditioning stopped working in the house over summer and it just gave Aiden another reason to flaunt his upper body. I found him irresistible and would have loved to be him in a heartbeat. It got to the point where I had to leave. So, I took a stroll downtown.
It never occurred to me how big the city I lived in was. Tall buildings that made the cars look small and people even smaller. I walked in and out of stores, snacking on carts along the way. I stopped in front of a tall tower that looked brand new. It was empty inside and the man at the door was waving me down.
“Me?” I asked, pointing at myself and looking around to make sure no one else was wondering the same thing.
The man nodded. I hesitated but followed the man inside. He was tall and handsome, his buttoned up shirt and tie a little too small and his muscles were bulging out from beneath. We walked through the lobby. It was all grayscale, the floor white with gray seating areas and black paintings on the wall with white Latin letters in them. I took that language in school but I couldn’t tell what these said other than a few words being “body” and “chance.” The door man pressed the button and the elevator traveled down, a silent whoosh that climaxed with a ding and the opening of the doors.
“What You Want is here.” He said, pressing the thirteenth floor.
“Is that even possible? I thought buildings coul-” I was cut off by the closing doors. The elevator made it’s way past each floor and then opened on the thirteenth. I stepped out into a smaller lobby except this room was all white other than a woman sitting behind a desk in all black.
“Hi there, welcome to WYW.” The lady said.
“What does that mean?” I asked, placing my hand on the counter.
“Did Archie not tell you?” She asked.
“He said What You Want is here and then he pressed a button.” I explained.
“Well that is what this is.” She said and handed me a pen. I held it, waiting for something to sign but the been buzzed and I felt a tiny pain in my finger and it burned off some of my skin. “Thank you. Please take a seat, we will call you when we are finished with the previous client.” She said.