Playboy,
You broke off from those two, right?
Going back to the offices all by your lonesome I see. Well sure sure, it's all glass doors and then the metal door to the closet where Hottopic was working before she got that little shock.
The Muzak isn't so impressive, really. Just a black box that Hottopic left open and exposed, lots of wires and a little digital display and a keyboard. Before it all went to hell, it was just a simply computer set up to run the... whatever. Do you really care?
What do you do?
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But we can talk here, just you and me.
It feels really good, like tingly nice, your whole body is pulsing with pleasure. When was the last time you felt really strong and wonderful, Playboy?
After some time, you're not sure how long, Muzak is no longer talking to you. It's working again, playing this song:
(Freedom by Nicki Minaj)
Your body is a little sore, like you've been standing completely still for a long while. Hottopic is gone, must be back at her shop. Things must be fixed? You have no recollection of what happened with Muzak, but you must have fixed it.
Do you go to the AMC shows?
Strong and wonderful? I guess never. I feel strong whenever I'm hurting someone. But it isn't wonderful -- just a thing that has to happen in this world. Sometimes; not always, but sometimes, sex feels wonderful. I think that a long time ago, before I found Hood, but I can't really remember what that was like, but I think I sometimes felt wonderful then too. There was a red car with a horse on it but I can't really remember why that mattered.
"Huh... hello." GNC offers cautiously. He's young, maybe a few years younger than you. Do you know how old you are, Playboy? Not bad looking, if a bit out of shape from hours sitting and working on stuff rather than moving around.
What do you do?
He's scared of me because he's a timid little mouse and the last time I fucked him, it was more vigorous than he was comfortable with and I didn't stop just because he was whining about it. Don't get me wrong, he got off too, but I guess I'm not his type -- or maybe he's afraid of his type...whatever, people are confusing.
So I'll grab GNC by the back of the neck, bite his ear affectionately and walk him to AMC to see what's up there. Unless he resists and runs off or whatever.
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