Caios knew the moment the two men came onto his simple boat that they were strange. But rich people were usually strange. They could've afforded a much better boat, but apparently he had been recommended by another friend to give these guys a boat ride through the river.
His boat was small, for six people at most. The men sat down under the cover and started to drink, while Caios started the trajectory. He avoided looking backwards during the journey, because he noticed the lingering looks he was receiving.
One of them asked Caios if he wanted a sip of his drink. He wasn't offering a different cup, but to drink from the same one. Caios shook his head. Again, he noticed how they looked at him strangely, with strange smiles, and he started to get nervous. He chose to ignore his feelings and focus on the boat ride. It was too late now to turn back.
He didn't usually feel scared, but with rich people you never knew.
Caios was a big man. He was large and strong, and could easily deal with those two white skinny men, but they had brought a bag with them, and there could be anything in that bag.
They asked Caios to stop under the view of a cliff side, to look at the rock formations. Caios couldn't see anything interesting, but again, rich people were strange. He let them look. At least they weren't looking at him.
But they stood up next to him, which made him uncomfortable.
"How old are you?" the balding man asked. He had sunglasses on, and was shirtless, revealing a sloppy phisique. Later on, Caios would be rubbing that sloppy physique and it would be very arousing, but at that moment he only felt repulsion.
"I'm twenty eight," Caios answered.
"You look younger," said the other man, who was blond and had a more toned body, but still skinny. "I'm Lucas, by the way."
"And I am Tam."
Caios shook their hands.
They stood on each side of Caios, who was growing increasingly more nervous with their proximity.
"Caios, I don't believe we've paid you yet. Here it is," Tam said. Caios looked at his offering. He had a lot of cash on hand.
"That's too much," Caios said.
"No, that's what you deserve."
Caios was shocked. He took the money, there was so much he could barely hold in one hand.
"Sir," Caios said, "that's too much." Why did he call him sir?
"It's yours."
Caios couldn't take it.
"Ask anyone and they'll say I stole from you. If this is some kind of trap..." he was shaking. It was so much money! He could do so much with it. It was probably more than he could earn in many months.
"Caios, look at me," Lucas said, the blond one. "It's yours. You think that's too much money? That's nothing."
Caios slowly pulled back his hand, filled with the money. He didn't even had a proper place to keep it. He chose to put in the compartment below the steering wheel. He was still shaking.
"Thank you, sirs."
They returned to their seats. Caios looked at them, looked at their smiles, and smiled back. He wasn't so uncomfortable anymore. Their smiles weren't strange, they were suggestive...And even though Caios was only smiling, he felt a little wrong in enjoying it so much.
"Here, come take a drink Caios." Tam was offering his drink again. This time, Caios went over and drank from it. From the same cup. They both watched him silently.
Caios moved away, feeling shivers over his skin. He was getting excited. And the drink instantly warmed his insides.
They kept going with the boat ride.
They stopped again in a quiet part of the river. There were a few other boats in the distance, it was a wide open area, large and beautiful, with some restaurants at the edge of the river, flowing with people.
"Caios, come and drink some more."
"I shouldn't drink too much," he said, but he went over to the older man. He took the glass from his hand, rubbing his fingers together.
"Sit here with us," Lucas said. "Could we stay here a little? This view is so good."
"We can stay a little."
