Skinny

Trigger Warning: This may have themes of sexual **** which may be disturbing to others. However I will never explicitly write any sexual **** scenes in my stories. Thank you.

Greg was on the forums again. He was in contact with ShadowRenn8.

“I need you to follow my wife, seduce her, and film it for me…” Greg type.

“It’s going to cost you… $1000…”

Greg paused. $1000. She knew his wife had become such a slut now that she’d probably take any cock. Greg’s eyes wide. She wanted to see his wife become a base slut. A common whore.

“Okay… I’ll pay it…” Greg typed.

“Good…”

The man in the black hoodie watched as Greg left the diner. Greg eyed him, thumbs up, and got into his car.

What an idiot…

Black hoodie smoked a cigarette. Slow, easy. Nadia left the diner. She looked deflated.

He waited for Nadia to go into an alleyway like a dumb bitch… Where the fuck is she going? Nadia stopped outside The Pony hotel. Perfect… A bed to bounce on…

Black hoodie passed through reception. The woman was asleep at the counter. She was pretty too. Black hair. 20s. Freckles. He loomed over her and wanted to cop a feel. Instead he gently moved her hand to see the ledger. Nadia was in room 12.

KNOCK KNOCK!

“Room service,” he said. That bitch is about to get the fuck of her lifetime.

“I didn’t order room service…”

“Open the god damn door bitch before I break it down myself!” He furiously shook the handle. Hungry.

He kicked down the door. It broke off the hinges. Nadia was next to the window. Pale. Afraid. In her underwear! Hot!

He was a skinny man. He pulled down his pants. A small pathetic penis.

WHACK! A girl with black hair and freckles stood behind that man holding a baseball bat. The man collapsed to the ground. Struck hard in the back of the head.

“Are you okay miss?!”