Ian was walking down the street, trying to whistle. His hands were in his pockets minding his own business. This street was grimy, sinful, and dangerous. Ian had to pickup something's for later on in the day, so this street needs to be calmly passed. His whistling did attract danger, prostitute danger. Those girls were all over the streets, doing censured stuff too exotic to write. Anyway, the girl clanked over to Ian, their heels tremering the pale cracked sidewalk. Ian didn't even notice they were coming, he was too busy smiling and thinking about…someone. "Hey!" the girl with hair that would make Dolly Parton feel bad said. Her lipstick smushed all over her face from a hard day's work. Ian didn't stop, he wasn't listening. She glanced at all the other girls, the girls looked at Ian and winked back at the Dolly Parton misfit. They made sure no one else was coming for them and ran to Ian.
They reached out their arms, like a super hero, and grabbed his back. Keep in mind there are like 5 girls. Ian's face hit the cement, whistling stopped. "Wanna take a round?" The girl, with her knees on Ian's back, said with a red lipstick smile. "…." Ian didn't lift his head. So the girls did it for him. "Hey, I know you're not dead." His face had a huge red spot, it was under his nose, broken nose. "No." he said in an "It's obvious" kind of tone. " Too bad." And the girl got off Ian. "We know you have money, we want it, and you're cute. We don't see cute guys often." They didn't give him time to speak. The girl that was on his back grabbed his pants, right near the zipper and started to unzip. Ian fought back getting scratched by her long painted nails. "ANTHONY!" Ian yelled in a desperate wimper.
Anthony, as we all know, is a ninja. He wasn't seen by the Dolly Parton misfit until she saw a loving smile on Ian's blooded nose face. "Hey bitch." He said smiling-devilishly, eyes squinting slightly. She turned around and with Anthony's huge arm, he put it in front of her chest and pushed her away and he did the same for all the other sluts. He put a hand out for Ian, who first zipped up his pants, when the incredibly long nailed girl backed off. He pulled him up and Ian hid his head into Anthony's shirt. His arms wrapped around his shoulder. Anthony frowned. "Hey bitches, he's gay and he's with me, leave him alone. "They backed off, Ian let go but grabbed Anthony's hand, and they whistled their way down the street. The end.