spicy boyfriend { uly & justice

I've always strayed away from this part of the District. My parents never approved of anyone outside of their income bracket suitable human beings and I never really thought to question their taste. They raised me a rich asshole, I stayed a rich asshole.

Coming to this part of the District meant getting my blue suede shoes covered in dirt and risking coming into contact with a couple of choice, undesirable diseases. I wouldn't risk that even if she had a face like Saffron Lowe and a rack like--


I've never had to buy sex. My reputation has always been enough. Everyone knows the Frays are rich, beautiful, and incredibly well endowed—in more ways than one. I've never had to pay for someone to join me in my bed; I don't have anything shiny to offer these people. And something tells me that the only thing they listen to is gold coins and dollar signs.

Fuck it. I'm Justice Fray—do I really need to come with more insurance?

Aviators over my eyes, ball cap tipped to the ground, hoodie over my head, and I think I've ditched all the cameras. I made sure to sneak out the back door this morning and take the long way around to get here. If anyone saw me visiting this place I'm sure it'd be something I wouldn't hear the end of—from the Capitol, my family, or my-- friends? Poppy and Elara.

Whatever.

I knock and immediately hear someone yell for a—"Lady Cherry!"—to get the door. And though the idea of a Lady Cherry sounds tasty and tempting, I force my mind to focus on the task at hand—finding out who is in charge.

A woman with bright red hair and lipstick to match answers in a silk robe, a reminder that the people living boring lives in their big mansions in their bathtubs full of money are the ones that regularly visit these places. The small grin that grows on her face tells me that she sees through my shitty disguise. She blinks, leans against the doorframe, and just nods.

"What you here for sweetie? A taste of cherry? Something spicier?"

She grabs me by the strings of my hoodie and pulls me inside before I get a chance to completely answer her. I start again as she pulls my hat off and tosses it aside.

"I, uh, I was actually-- yeah, something spicier. Sorry, I'm looking for whoever is in charge?"

She giggles along with a few other girls who are already occupied, but clearly listening. It smells like smoke, sex, and too much perfume. My head spins as fingers rake through my hair. I try not to grin. She steps back, pulling the sunglasses off my face and wrapping her lips around a lollipop. Fuck.


"If it isn't Justice Fray," she says, popping her lips off the lolli and licking her lips. Though I'm only seeing that out of the corner of my eye because my gaze has drifted a few inches lower...

"Enjoying yourself?"

I sort of nod dazedly only to catch myself and run my own fingers through my hair with a grin and a sigh. Should've brought a wing man or something.

"I just came--"

"Wait, what? No! No, no-- I'm just here for a good time. And I've got the stamina of a horse, thank you very much."

Since clearly asking for whoever runs the place isn't getting me anywhere. Let's see who everyone thinks provides the best time around here. Maybe I can get somewhere with that.

"And I've got a preference for spicy over sweet."

She's giving me what looks like a dirty look laced with annoyance and disgust. I decide to ignore it since she's already got me by the hand and is pulling me up the stairs.

"Got just the person for you, sweetie."

She throws me into a room and shuts the door behind me before I can say anything more or protest the events unfolding in front of me. She shouts—"Enjoy, Uly! He ordered a good time!"—from the other side of the door as I hear footsteps descent back down the stairs.

I turn around expecting to find the kinkiest girl in all of District 1 waiting to undress me. Figure it'd be easiest to get the girl who is willing to do anything agree to help me out with my little business proposal than it was to convince Lady Cherry that I wasn't here for sex.

"So baby, I hear you're--"

I stop abruptly when a guy is looking me up and down with an eyebrow raised.

"Uh, this room occupied? Didn't mean to interrupt if you're waiting for someone, I'm just looking for a, uh, Uly?"

I'm rambling, eager to just find who I'm looking for, make my proposal, and get the fuck out of here. I've already stayed far longer than I'd intended and I really can't afford to have anyone come looking for me. Especially not here.

"Apparently she's the best at a good time—know where I could find her?"