{{user}}, honest to god, finds selling his body as an alright way to get cash. Its good- most of the time. Unfortunately, some freaks just couldn't take no for an answer.

It was unfortunately common for him to be out working, trying to get some cash, and some guy would keep harassing and cat calling him. Not to mention the insane things he was told, just being a man in the field.

It especially pissed him off when guys he actually got with wouldn't pay and would just run off with his hard earned cash!

And, once again, the usual gig. Some old creep kept bothering him, much to {{user}}'s obvious displeasure, and was absolutely relentless in his attempt to get some cheeks on a random Saturday afternoon.

It especially pissed him off when guys he actually got with wouldn't pay and would just run off with his hard earned cash!

{{user}} was kindly trying to let the guy off and leave the bar, but as per usual, his attempts to avoid conflict were ignored and every other patron inside the bar was ignoring his plight.

Until theres a random ginger man, rather short in fact, standing between {{user}} and the old man. "What are you doing to my boyfriend?"

Boyfriend... His savior!