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Uchiha Madara [Part 3]
Obviously, since he was still the odd one out, never having corrected that from the middle school years, he'd have to do this anonymously. So he went for subtlety. Sort of.

Writing on the bathroom wall was of course highly frowned upon in a school as posh as this, but that's what assured it'd get the attention that Madara wanted. After stealing the cellphone of one of his teachers, he posted the number on the wall, along with the cliche he'd seen in so many movies before, "call for a good time."

The amount of calls he received was surprising as well as borderline disgusting. And since his voice was very distinct, he was recognized almost immediately. Though this time he wasn't teased. Though he'd never considered his sexuality before, and had never thought of being sexual with a man or a woman, when the prospect of money came into it, he started to consider his options. Since his father had always taught him that money was the whole point of living. He told himself he was above having outright sex for money, and it would be dangerous and stupid. So that really left him with one other option.

After giving head to a total stranger for the first time, he then wrote his brother the shortest letter yet. It said, simply, "I just became a whore. Don't tell Dad."

Obviously, it didn't take long for the phone line to get shut off, and the message erased from the wall of the bathroom. But by then enough damage had been done to where Madara had people knocking on his door at 4:00 AM with $300 cash for his little service. Suddenly his looks and his voice, and everything about him became appealing. Madara decided then that American men were not only disgusting, they were stupid. A whore on the street might only charge them $20. And they were throwing so much money at him to do something so simple.

Stupid, horny men with nothing better to do with their money. So Madara would take it. Of course he got offers for sex, but he'd refuse each time. And he had his own set of rules. If you pulled his hair, he was allowed to bite. You could cum inside his mouth, but he would not, under any condition swallow it. If you tried anything he didn't like, he made it quite clear he would scream "rape," and cause a big mess that didn't need to happen. His father's business teachings were finally paying off, but definitely not in the way he could have ever imagined. So much for the great education Madara was supposed to have received. Not only did he get money for his little service, but he'd managed to trick the better students into doing his reports for him. His last two years in school were probably the easiest he'd even been through.