forum Private rp with @Shuri_a_sick_boi

Started October 29, 2019 by Deleted user

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"No you aren't, dumbass." Damon said, seriously, staring into his eyes

"Oh? What proof do you have? Do you know me? No. I'm just pretty face to be traded around till I get old and kicked out, where I'll waste away on booze till my liver gives out and I die in an alleyway. It's fate. What else am I supposed to be? It's what my talents and life has led me to."

"Oh? What proof do you have? Do you know me? No. I'm just pretty face to be traded around till I get old and kicked out, where I'll waste away on booze till my liver gives out and I die in an alleyway. It's fate. What else am I supposed to be? It's what my talents and life has led me to."

" i used to think the same thing." Damon said, solemnly, petting him.

"I know so, Damon." He nuzzled into your pets instinctively.

"Whatever floats your boat babe." He responded, sweeping Ash off his feet

"I am NOT your babe." He curls up in your arms, glowering, before getting down, and stomping on your foot. Or attempting to, anyways. "Now fuck off and learn that I don't need anybody and I for sure don't need some boyfriend dragging me down. Make me quit my job, fuck that." He rolled his eyes. "Your lucky you're pretty."

Damon didn't even attempt to give that response a moment of his time, instead slipping a ten into Ash's garter

He smiled a bit. "Always come back sugar. It'd do ya some good." He purrs,back to his lustful nature at work.

Damon stepped into the club, two days from his first venture.
Still hot, loud, and gay as ever. He scanned the room again, this time for Ash

Ash was not in the club. He was out back, in ripped jeans and a hoodie, back pack on the ground. There was a little back porch there. He puffed away on his cigarette, enjoying the break. He didn't eat lunch, he hadn't eaten all week. Cum counted as food, right? He then stepped back in, got changed, and went to go get a drink. He always drank before he started dancing.

Damon saw him, and headed over, flicking fives and ones at him jokingly, and said: "Damn, you're looking fine.'" He too, was wearing ripped jeans, his were black though, and he wore an expensive belt and watch too.

He rolled his eyes. "You just get cheaper and cheaper." He pushed the cash back at you after nabbing a 5 and paying for his drink.

"I'm only getting what I pay for sweetie.' He replied, buying a drink too

"You got way more than what you paid for." He shot back, sighing as he chugged down the drink.

"Well you got this dick for free so count your blessings." He booped his nose.

"I get all cock for free. A blessing, and a curse. And don't boop me. I'm not some fucking kid." He growled out. Another drink was slid to him and he gulped that down as well.

Then maybe I should start stripping too." He smiled, sipping his drink

"Be my guest. I fuck on stage on Saturdays." He shrugged as he walked off to his stage, sighing as a different song started playing as he danced. This time he looked a lot more innocent on the stage, a lot softer. Which only meant harder fucks, he loved being ruined.

"Tell you what, since I know you're practically begging for it, I'll put out a thousand on you. Just this once though." Damon replied, digging in his wallet.

He looked at the thousand and took it. "Just this once huh? Says the guy who came back for me. Thanks to you I can quit living on the streets.For a little while anyways." He shrugs,walking off the stage,taking your hand. He shrugged,this time wearing a Play Boy lingerie set.

"Do you want the money or not?" He asked, no-nonse.

"Well yeah duh. What,I thought you'd like a sassy little vixen." He said with a shrug.