After a two year wait, Cloud trawls the streets once more!

August 30th, 2000. 21:43p.m.

Another Saturday, another working night for Cloud; he never seemed to stop. He had to work extra hard this week, as there wasn't much custom. Walking down the crowded street in Sector 7, wearing nothing but a see through body stocking and a red rubber mini-skirt, Cloud showed a bit of leg to oncoming traffic in hope of a sale... no luck. As he lit up a cigarette in lew of another failure, it started to rain.

"Damn!" he thought. "This is pointless. Everyone's into VR and Computer Porn nowadays."

He suddenly stopped, an idea flying into his head. Dragging on his cigarette, he pulled his mobile phone out of his unmentionables and dialled his pimp, Barret. "Hey, baby, it's me." he said, running into a bus shelter to avoid the rain.

"Hey, sex-pot. Found any walking money-shags tonight?" Barret asked; his breathing was slurred... he was obviously stoned or drunk again.

"Not yet. But I've had an idea to boost sales of my ass. Find me an agent to film me and post me online, okay, baby-cakes?"

"Sure, thing. I take care of all my gals." he laughed, blowing a kiss down the line and hanging up.

Smiling, Cloud realised he was being watched within the bus stop. Looking down, he saw it was a homeless person... maybe it would be his lucky night; the hobo was giving him the eye! Stubbing his cigarette out on his tongue seductively, Cloud dropped his mini-skirt and spread his legs.

The Day After...

Cloud was sitting in a dark bedroom in a run-down council flat in North Midgar. Wearing nothing but a feather up his arse and a camera pointed at him, Cloud awaited his partner, some woman by the name of Afit. The cameraman sat in a chair reading a pornomag while Cloud practiced sex noises.

"This is perfect!" Cloud thought to himself excitedly. "One pound an hour... what great pay!"

Just as his happiness reached perfection, his sex partner walked in through the door; Cloud's mouth opened widely, like a sex doll in heat! It was Tifa!

"Tifa?!" he cried.

"You! You're the one that ruined my strip club!" she screamed. Standing in angered silence for the moment, the cameraman sensed a sexy fight brewing, so secretly turned the camera on. A few seconds later, Tifa and Cloud were rolling on top of the bed together, fighting brutally.

In an instant, Cloud had ripped Tifa's clothes off, and they were both naked fighting, using their hands and teeth to inflict damage; Tifa ripped out Cloud's hair in clumps - Cloud punched Tifa in the tit. It was very erotic to watch from the cameraman's point of view, and he masturbated without them noticing. Unfortunately for Cloud, Tifa was very cunning. Grabbing a emtpy vodka bottle from the floor, she smashed it over his head, knocking him out cold.

When he awoke, he found himself on the bed, still naked, still with a feather up his arse. The cameraman was still there, packing away his equipment.

"Hey! You!" Cloud shouted. "Where's that fucking bitch gone?!"

"You mean that angry brunette? She ran away... and she took the tape." he replied.

"The tape?! What?!" Cloud cried. He realised that if that tape got out it would be the end of his pornography career before it even begun; no one wants to see a weak porn model. He had to get that tape back by any means necessary.

Later That Night...

Cloud knocked heavily at his pimp Barret's door. A few minutes later and he opened it, to find Cloud wearing nothing but fish net tights.

"Baby!" Barret cried. "Why aren't you on the streets like a good girl?"

Cloud pushed his way in, angrily. As he had pulled in a lot of custom over the years, Barret forgave this show of insolence.

"Remember a few years back, we dealt with those bitches in the strip club? Well one of them was my sex partner today. She beat me up whilst it was being filmed. She HAS a copy. If it gets out, that's it, I can't get a career in porno!"

Barret reeled back in shock, but quickly regained his cool.

"Hey, Cid! Get yer sexy ass in 'ere!" Barret called. Wrapped in a duvet and smoking a cigarette, Cid entered the room and kissed Barret passionately on the lips.

"What is it, sex-lips?" Cid smiled.

"Find out where some woman called Tifa lives. It's a weird shit-ass name, so it can't be hard to find." Barret ordered. Cid got right to it, and within the hour her address was found...

Even Later That Night...

Ding-Dong! went the doorbell. Tifa got up from her sofa and ran over the door, opening it. Much to her surprise, no one was there, so she stuck her head out the door. Bad move, as Cloud quickly shoved a tissue dipped in chloroform in her face! She went down quick.

When Tifa awoke, she was in a small room... in the centre of the room was a small metal chair, which looked very uncomfortable, and on one of the walls a very large plasma television, with huge speakers on either side.

"I tried reasoning with you, Tifa." Cloud laughed, from through the speakers. "But it didn't work. So enjoy hell!" he screeched. Tifa visibly shook as she awaited what curse would befall her. In a few seconds, the TV screen came on, and the sound booted up. For the next six weeks, she was cursed to watch the entire series of Friends on a loop, with the volume full blast enduring no sleep, a loaf of bread thrown in once a week and no toilet.

"Enjoy yourself!" Cloud laughed manically.

The Next Night...

Cloud smiled, pleased with himself. Lying between Barret and Cid, after just having sex with them, he looked back on the day. He had made over ten pounds, just by starring in sex movies! This was the best career move he could have ever made. Now he could just have prostitution as a little side salad...

Staring out of the bedroom window as he wiped his mouth, Cloud was unaware of the future.. and how things change... for the worse!

TO BE CONTINUED!!!