Chapter I: Group Therapy

WARNING: Contains sensitive content

- * PROLOGUE *-

Shit, shit, shit. Angel Dust thought as he ran into the Porn Studios. He was running almost an hour late for this shoot and this time it wasn't even his fault! It wasn't like he could help that some ugly harlequin jackoffs decided to throw an orgy fest in the middle of the street on the drive over, and he certainly couldn't help it when his cabbie decided to throw the cab into park and jump out to participate. Angel Dust had cursed the driver, stole the drugs and cash stored in the glove compartment, and took off running the rest of the way to the studio.

"Angel Cakes, you're late," a slimy voice spoke. A chill of dread went up Angel Dust's spine; hearing that voice was bad enough these days, but hearing those words meant that nothing good was going to come of it.

"Oh, Mista Valentino... I'm a bad boy," he replied. At this point it was no use trying to argue, the best he could hope for was a softer punishment that was coming his way.

"You are, now get dressed, you're doing a three-way this shoot," Valentino told him, and he thrust the outfit into Angel Dust's arms. He looked at it and it was a police uniform - and a masculine one at that.

Once he got dressed, his heart sank low, the other actors were girls. As if getting punished for being late wasn't going to be bad enough, he was going to have to deal with soggy pussy action and tits flopping in his face - gross!

It was a bad scene too.

"Come on, Angel Cakes, you need to get hard!" the cameraman complained when he cut the shot.

"HOW can I get hard like this? I'm supposed to be a cop getting jumped, force-fed uppers, and assaulted by girls! Che cazzo fai? You all know damn well I don't swing their way!"

His complaining upset the girls and they pinned him down and started getting rough with him. The girls clawed and bit him and even added a few hard slaps; all of which pleased Valentino.

...

After the shoot, Valentino dragged Angel Dust into his office.

"Now, it's time you make up for being late," he told him. He locked the office door, stripped off his coat, and turned to drive a hard punch into Angel Dust's gut. He buckled over and as cried out in pain, Valentino grabbed him by the hair and drove his dick into Angel Dust's mouth.

"Don't you dare bite if you want to leave the building in one piece," Valentino snarled as he had his way.

Angel Dust hated everything about this, he was talented at blowjobs, but the sensation of Valentino's tip being shoved down his throat as the moth came to a finish... it was just awful.

When the moth pulled out, Angel Dust gagged and choked before he could finally draw a nice breath.

"I'm starting to lose my patience with you, Angel Cakes; when you lose time, I lose money, and Daddy loves his money. You're lucky you're such a big - beautiful - star, because I may as well just feed you to the fishes since you're such a pain to keep in line. Don't be late!"

Angel Dust was released from the office and he ran for his dressing room. Degraded and in pain, he started trashing the dressing room and collapsed into tears for a moment.

"Don't be late" he says... I can't take it anymore! he thought, and then he turned those tears into rage: That does it, I'm done with this shit! I won't be late because I ain't coming here again!

He then pulled out his phone and stomped on it before running out into the night and back to the hotel. The only thing he stopped for was to buy a new phone with his stolen cash.

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"Angel, you're back!" Charlie greeted, but her face fell when she saw the look on his face as he went straight for the bar.

"Eh, rough night, kid?" Husk asked.

"Ooh, you like it rough? I can work with rough," Angel Dust replied, picking up a bit of pluck. Husk glowered at him and slung a Fuzzy Navel his way and then then told Charlie: "I'm outta here, I can't stand spiders."

Charlie watched Husk leave and then told Angel Dust: "Angel, did something happen? You know you can tell me anything."

"Yeah... I fuckin' quit, I'm not goin' back to that fuckin' studio!" he snapped. He then slammed half his drink and told Charlie: "Valentino's gonna be pissed though... but... I never should've made that deal in the first place!"

"It will be alright, Angel, you're under my protection now; we'll figure something out and we'll work on earning your redemption too, I've come up with a few ideas to get the program started," Charlie replied.

Angel Dust looked to her, she saw a slight glimmer of hope in his eyes, but he threw back the rest of his drink and headed up to his room. Once there, he pulled out the drugs he stole and snorted them - it was a type of opioid, good enough for him. He then grabbed a pillow from his bed and flopped onto the floor by Fat Nuggets.

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"Okay, Vaggie, Nifty, let's grab the guys and have our first group therapy session. Vaggie, will you get Angel? Nifty, can you get Husk? I'll see to Alastor," Charlie requested, the girls gave her a nod.

"Alright, we'll meet in the lobby," Charlie told them and then dismissed them.

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Vaggie found Angel Dust in his room, he was just playing with Fat Nuggets.

"Wow, I come to your room to find you doing something wholesome for once."

"Yeah, what's this about Toots?" he asked.

"It's your first group therapy session, bring Nuggets along if you want to, do it if it would keep you off your phone."

"Is it going to take long?" Angel Dust asked, he was more in the mood to be alone after past events.

"No, it's short and simple."

"Alright, alright, c'mere Nugsy," Angel Dust replied. He picked up the pet pig and followed Vaggie down with little argument.

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"Oh Husk, wanna take a few minutes off work to join us in the parlor?" Nifty asked. Husk was busy wiping glasses at the bar, he set one down and asked her: "Are you askin' me outta Charlie's request?"

"Uh-huh, of course I don't think Alastor would be too pleased if he found out if you didn't want to follow an instruction from her."

Husk sighed: "Fine, I'll go."

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"Hey, Alastor, it's Group Therapy time," Charlie announced, she found him in the kitchen, mincing ingredients.

"Now darling, you know that I'm not one of your 'guests' so are you sure that you wish for me to attend?"

"It could prove to be entertaining for you and it won't take long."

"Alright then, lets see what becomes of those depraved sinners!" Alastor replied in his energetic radio announcer voice.

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Once gathered and seated in the parlor, Charlie stood and announced: "Okay everyone, first off I'm glad that you're all here! To start off Group Therapy, I figured that we'd all start off with something quick and small. Today, all you have to do is say something nice to someone. It could be a compliment, you can thank them for something special, or anything that comes to mind - with the exception that it can't be something related to a sin."

"You dragged me from the bar for this!" Husk exclaimed.

"Oh, come on, Husk, hearing and saying something nice can make someone's whole day feel a lot better," Charlie explained. Husk slumped in his seat and sulked.

"I'll start," Vaggie announced: "Nifty, I like how dedicated you are to keeping this hotel clean and looking nice."

Nifty let out a bright smile.

"See, that's all it takes. Husk, will you go next?" Charlie asked.

"Fine..." Husk looked around; Alastor was a son of a bitch, Angel was a perverted pest, Nifty already had something nice said to her, and Charlie was way too happy all the damn time: "Vagatha, your protective instincts are admirable."

Vaggie was taken aback, she and Husk hadn't really interacted, and she was the one that didn't want a bar in the hotel.

"Oh, umm, thanks Husk."

"Well if we're going to keep this thing running smoothly, I shall go next: Charlie, you're quite the canary and a swell dancer," Alastor said.

"Excuse me, I'm a what?" Charlie asked.

"A canary, it's slang from back-in-our-day for a girl who's good at singing. He likes your singing, Princess," Angel Dust explained.

"Aww, thanks Alastor! Angel, I want to thank you for being our first client and I admire your sense of expression," Charlie spoke, Vaggie gave her a side-look.

"Husk, I think that you're quite the skillful bartender," Nifty stated."

"Is that within the rules?" Vaggie muttered over to Charlie.

"I'd say so, she's saying that he's good at his job," she replied, she then looked over to Angel Dust: "Okay, Angel, it's your turn to say something nice to Alastor."

"Wait, Smiles?"

"Everyone else has already had something nice said to them."

"Alright... Alastor, this place has gotten a lot more interesting since you showed up and your cooking is pretty good."

"Why thank you my effeminate fellow."

"Great! That'll be all for now, but our coming sessions will be more... challenging," Charlie told them. She then dismissed them.

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As the day carried on, everyone at the hotel seemed to be in lighter spirits. Husk actually tried engaging in conversation when others were at the bar, Vaggie and Nifty exchanged jokes, Alastor was emitting some pretty chipper music as he continued work in the kitchen. Angel Dust even toned down on his sexual humor. All of this really seemed to please Charlie.