Post by Abram Dabra on Mar 16, 2013 23:25:03 GMT -8
It was late in the afternoon, approaching evening. He was leaving behind the beach now that his job was done and he was still soaking wet. It was going to be a long walk home back to Heaven and Hell. He would probably jack an old beater somewhere along the way. It didn't have to be anything special, just something that he could get working and ditch this place. He was looking forward to laying in his bedding and maybe getting a good wank.
The perks of living in a secret loft in a whore house. Tons of eye candy to use, and scenarios to imagine. And all of those girls were so good in their own way. Just thinking about them and what he would be allowed to do to them once he made it big sent blood rushing to his head as a dumb look crossed his face. Hidden by the mask as always. But so distracted by his thoughts was he that he was not paying attention to his surroundings.
The perks of living in a secret loft in a whore house. Tons of eye candy to use, and scenarios to imagine. And all of those girls were so good in their own way. Just thinking about them and what he would be allowed to do to them once he made it big sent blood rushing to his head as a dumb look crossed his face. Hidden by the mask as always. But so distracted by his thoughts was he that he was not paying attention to his surroundings.