The Wicked Truth (Alex)

Janice dropped me off at the Lincoln Center apartment and I asked her if she wanted to come up and we could talk more, but she had other obligations. I was knew those obligations were not made up, there were people counting on her to take care of the accounting of funds for the Children’s hospital.

When I got up stairs to my apartment I placed the egg on the mantle in the center. I had photos of me doing daring things on there. Actual photos of me doing things – rock climbing, skydiving. I had a feeling she’d like them and the more I actually got to know her I was correct in my assessment. Though, I wouldn’t be playing the romance angel, gay best friend was going to work much better.

I knew from her own thoughts she’d always wanted a gay best friend. So now I had to rework that angle.

My connections weren’t exactly a lie, but they were faked. I had one connection that truly mattered – his handle was ‘The Wicked Truth’. He was a hacker of unique ability. Though there was Reaper – who unlike The Wicked Truth liked to work against me. He would always undercut me on intel jobs if we were competing. Seriously annoying. He was likely a kid. The Wicked Truth wasn’t like that and he was well worth the price I had to pay to get what I wanted done.

It wasn’t hard to contact him. Once long ago I had made the mistake of letting him access my phone. And he implanted a little program that tracked me. I’d switched phones, but he always seemed to be able to track me down. Bank accounts or something he said. There was always a way. I didn’t doubt him. It was well beyond my acquired wisdom.

I shot him a text over the encrypted program he kept installing.

BS: Have a job for you

It wasn’t long before I got a reply back

tWT: What do you need?

BS: Need to gain access to a high end D/s club

tWT: Personal connections cost more

BS: I know, can you hook me up or not?

tWT: Of course I can. 30K For another 30K I can get you in with the owner.

That was an interesting thought. I ran my fingers through my hair trying to make the decision. I paced the living room of my posh apartment. It was a lot of money for one thing, but it was worth it.

BS: OK. Will be wired as usual.

tWT: Information will follow.

While I waited for the information from the Wicked Truth. I had to make a few wardrobe changes and rethink some of the choices in my apartment. I didn’t look like I was a closet gay. Not that I knew what one looked like, since I wasn’t one. There had been plenty of men in my life. The first man to… I didn’t want to think about it. The experience itself wasn’t bad, but the memories that came with it were something I really wanted nothing to do with – specially now that I was back in New York.

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