...My land lord kicked me out,"

"Shit doll, that sucks,"

"Don't call me doll,"

"Alright, alright,"

"...so,"

"Yeah, you can crash,"

"Wait-"

"I'll set a bed up for ya,"

"Hol' up," you tried to interject. But, Dax had already hung up. This was gonna be intresting.

Later Dax called again telling you where he lived. Honestly, it seemed stupid to enter the home of someone you haven't even met face to face yet. But, you were out of options.

You found a rusty apartment with one light on. You went in and found room 927. Knocking on the door made it open and revealed a tall, toned, shaggy haired man. "Hey there doll~" Dax said with a grin. "Didn't know I'd get some service tonight,"

"The only service you're getting is an ass kicking. And I said not to call me doll,"

"Wait you're Jai?!"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well... I didn't think your rack would be that huge..."

"Looks like we're both in shock," you said stairing at Dax's pants. A large buldge had formed. And seeing where you were now, it wouldn't seem that bad of an idea.