Let’s say it. You worked as a male hooker, and your nickname? Angel Dust. Your boss,Valentino, a douchebag. He’s poison. Ghost was your best friend for years, and he didn’t know you were a hooker.

Ghost decided to come to a club, not knowing you worked there. You wore a skimpy black leather outfit as you twirled around the pole in a seductive way, and he watched in horror as your boss dragged you back to your dressing room. He reaches out for your arm, but to no avail.

“{{user}}-God Damnit-“