Pro Bono Prostitute
Why is he so Damn Hot?
“HEY!”
Angel shrugged. “What? We all live here! Besides, I wanted to ask you something. I figured the only place to reach ya would be in ya room.” He pulled out a pair of nail clippers and lopped off the pointer and middle fingernails of both hands. “Well, you’re uh… not entirely wrong about that… but that doesn’t mean I fuckin’ like you okay?”
“Of course! That’s why I wanted to ask ya somethin’”
“Fuckin’ ask it then!”
“Alright, alright, lemme just…” Angel got up from the lounging position he was in, becoming a towering figure of sex: He opened up his striped jacket to reveal a tight-fitted sparkly, purple leotard. It beckoned Husker closer to its wearer with every second he gazed at it. “Heh, you see somethin’ ya like, hot stuff?”
Husk was red with both rage and embarrassment. He could feel his dick growing, and quickly. But he hated it. He could say with confidence that he hated Angel Dust.
But as Angel got closer, and he could see his bulge, that confidence got smaller and smaller. “You know, if you get any closer, I’ll be forced to do somethin’ I really don’t wanna do,” Husk said, attempting to stay menacing through his wild desire for sex. “And what would that be?” Angel said, tilting Husk’s head up with a finger.
“I’d have to fuck you.”