Madeline Makes Out with the Ghoul

Madeline figured that kissing the Ghoul would be a good way to start. With some of her clients she made them pay extra to kiss. Some didn't want to kiss a whore at all.

She moved herself closer to the Ghoul and moved her mouth up to his. His lips were stiff. Harder than she imagined. She would have thought Ghoul's were squishy but instead his lips were rough like leather. She almost revolted when she tried to instinctively brush her nose against his, only to remember his nose was essentially a gaping hole. He bit down on her lip as she tried to pull away an she thought she heard him growl. It must have been ages since he kissed a woman, she thought.

He embraced her. Taking her in his arms. Madeline felt his strange flesh touch against her own. She found her arms wrapping him around too, feeling each bump and mark as she moved her tongue in the Ghoul's mouth. The sensations were disgustingly strange. His mouth tasted like an ashtray. But worse than any smoker she had ever kissed. She was getting paid though and it seemed to rouse him to a workable state.