Chapter One
Introduction
-A slut or a whore is defined as a woman with the morals of a man, someone who provides sexual services, one who engages in sexual activity with a large number of persons, and finally almost every girl-populated band in America including The Pussycat Dolls, Black Peas, and those chicks that rappers derogates.-
What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
He was thrown against the bed in a harsh movement, his back hitting the comforting sheets and a small gasp of air escaping his lungs. Looking up, the Blonde smirked, tossing his gaudy cape to the floor.
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
-How much will this cost me, Sora?-
The brunette smirked, spreading his tan palm across the silk sheets. –How much you got?-
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump
My hump, my hump my lovely little lumps.
It was hardly three hours later when the brunette, used to getting up before his mate, awoke and snuck out of the room, finding the bar outside of the door still alive with drunk money bags. He was also used to getting more than one job a night.
Finding a red haired man with black cigarette made scars on his cheeks, Sora slid into the next door barstool and placed his bare, feminine-shaped arm against the black coat where this man´s leg would be.
I drive these brothers crazy
I do it on the daily
They treat me really nicely
They buy me all these ice-ys
Drink after drink came as Sora drained the Red Head of all of his Sunday night allowance. His head began to get woozy and dizzy and he leaned against the man.
-You wanna get a room?-
dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and NaDonna
Caring, they be sharin'
All their money got me wearin' fly
Brother I ain't askin,
They say they love my ass in
Seven Jeans, True Religion,
I say no, but they keep givin'
So I keep on takin'
The room was similar to the last, dark with a dim lamp and red silk sheets. The two entered, already slipping off their clothes before the padded door closed.
The Red Head sat back on the bed, smirking like a kitten as his emerald eyes watching Sora slip his small ass from the tight jeans. He could already feel the pulsing in his lower region.
-Am I gonna be beat by your boyfriend after this?-
And no I ain't TAKEN
We can keep on datin'
I keep on demonstrating.
-Your worst fear is that you´ll wake up with no money.-
My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got you…
Sora left the bar for the night, dressed in nothing but a black coat and pockets of silver and cash.
He's got me spending.
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