The night air was hot and sticky. Just another day in paradise here in Hell, Angel thought to himself as he made his way down the sparsely crowded sidewalk. They were all sinners down here and are usually up to no good, but the people who stayed out this late, it was doubly so. However it was a familiar atmosphere for the porn star. When was the last time he was out here trolling for an easy score? Since Angel had been staying at the Hotel, his need to pull tricks had become less… Though he wasn’t always a saint. Sometimes that itch to numb everything was too strong to fight. And tonight was one such night.
Angel fished out a cigarette from his jacket pocket and lit it, taking a long drag to let the smoke fill his lungs. Exhaling in a cloud of white haze, the conversation with Alastor played on a loop in Angel’s mind. It absolutely annoyed the every loving fuck out of him why he cared so much about his fuckabilty with the other demon. Why? Why was it bothering him? He has slept with so many people, so why was he hung up over one? Any other demon would jump on the chance to sleep with him. Maybe… for the first time in a long time… Al was someone he wanted to sleep with outside of work or getting high… Angel’s brow furrowed at that sudden realization and he hastily tried to chase off the thought.
That couldn’t be it. Fuck. He didn’t want to think about this anymore. Hell, he didn’t want to think at all. Being sober royally sucked ass. Angel took another hit off his cigarette before flicking it to the sidewalk, the tiny emder snuffing out as it hit the pavement. That settles it. He is getting fucked up tonight. But who to pick up? As Angel was scoping out a potential mark, the fur on the back of his neck started to stand on end… He was being watched.
Maybe a change of scene would do the trick. Picking up his pace Angel glided down the sidewalk trying to shake that uneasy feeling, slipping into a side alleyway away from prying eyes. Just as he was about half way down, behind him Angel could hear the crackle of heavy tires rolling against the pavement followed by slam of a car door being shut.
“There you are, Angel Cakes.” The familiar raspy buzz caused Angel to stop dead in his tracks. “I’ve been lookin’ for ya.”
Shit.
“Val~” Angel’s voice cracked, almost sickeningly sweet as he turned to face his pimp. “Surprise seeing you here...”
“I can say the same for you.” Valentino slowly strolled closer to Angel who found his legs frozen underneath that intense stare. Before he knew it, Val was on top of him and he reached out to forcibly grab Angel’s chin. “Who gave you permission to peddle your ass for cheap tips?”
“Last I checked it was my ass.” Reflexily Angel swatted away Val’s touch but was instantly filled with regret seeing the twitch in his smile.
Sharp stinging pain splittered down Angel’s cheek as a swift hand was brought down upon him. “Have you forgotten I own you. Seems to me that hidin’ at that fuckin’ hotel has filled your head full of bullshit.”
Angel shook off the shock of the slap to glower at Val, “Hey, easy on the goods! My face is my money maker.”
At that, Val’s head tossed back in a gutteral chuckle before he turned a level gaze straight into Angel’s eyes. “Your face? You think they want your face? They are here for your ass, not that face.” Just to prove his point, Valentino cracked the other side of Angel’s face with the back of his hand… just to even him out. “We can just slap a pretty little mask on and no one would give a shit.”
Another hard slap rang square across Angel’s face, echoing off the brick walls of the small alley. Enough was enough. Val swung his hand downwards yet again but Angel was ready for the next one.
“Fuckin’ lay off!” With purpose, Angel flung his hands up to counter the strike but in doing so he accidentally brought his own hands against his pimp’s face.
Time seemed to stop as Valentino’s signature heart-rimmed glasses fell to the concret, shattering out a lens. Fear like he never felt made Angel’s blood run ice cold. Oh he fucked up. He fucked up real bad.
“Please I… I didn’t mean to…” Angel stammered.
Valentino’s face twisted into a nasty grin as red smoke seeped out between his sharp teeth and twisted around Angel’s throat. “I have killed bitches for doing a tenth of the shit you’ve pulled. Daddy is done. I. Own. You. When I say ‘Dance’, you say ‘Yes Val’. When I say ‘Suck dick’ you say ‘Yes Val’. That's how it's always been. Looks like you need some re-educating back at the studio.”
Panic gripped at Angel’s gut, fighting off tears that were stinging at the corners of his eyes. “No, Val! No! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit ya like that. I’ll dance! I’ll suck dick. I’ll do whatever you want! Please I-”
“There’s no ‘please’ anymore, baby. I have been so patient with you and your excessive bullshit.” Val roughly grabbed Angel by the scruff and unceremoniously dragged him back towards his limo, chucking his ass inside.
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The inhabitants of the Happy Hotel had almost a full five days of an Angel free week. No erroneous sex jokes. No loud laughter or stealing of Husker’s whiskey. Nothing. It was almost too quiet. But on the evening of the fifth night, a long red limo crawled up to the end of the hotel’s driveway. The driver’s passenger door flung open as something white was tossed out on the curb like a sack of garbage. Inside Val lounged in the backseat smoking a long cigarette.
“I hope you learned your lesson, Angel Cakes. Next time I won’t be as merciful.” Val exhales slowly filling the limo in a red haze. “Don’t forget what we discussed. I expect to see that ass this weekend.”
And with that, the door slammed shut and the limo sped away leaving Angel crumpled in a small lump on the cold hard ground. Everything hurts. Even breathing hurts. Well… Angel got what he wanted. He certainly got fucked up. It took him a moment to gather his strength to pull his sorry ass off the ground. Even under all that white fur, there was clear evidence of bruising. His cheeks look puffy and his left eye was almost swollen shut. Surely, if he wasn’t wearing his long gloves, there would have been visible rope burns around his wrists and arms.
No one could see him like this… Just get to his room. Just get to his room…Lock the door… Just get to his room…. Angel pulled his jacket tight around himself trying to cover the sad state he was in the best he could as he silently slipped through the front door.
Just get to his room… Just get to his room…
That thought kept repeating over and over in his mind. Thankfully for him it seemed that everyone was in bed already with it being so late at night. Angel sighed a bit in relief as he stealthily made his way up to his room.
Getting Fucked Up... and Not the Good Way
Angel fished out a cigarette from his jacket pocket and lit it, taking a long drag to let the smoke fill his lungs. Exhaling in a cloud of white haze, the conversation with Alastor played on a loop in Angel’s mind. It absolutely annoyed the every loving fuck out of him why he cared so much about his fuckabilty with the other demon. Why? Why was it bothering him? He has slept with so many people, so why was he hung up over one? Any other demon would jump on the chance to sleep with him. Maybe… for the first time in a long time… Al was someone he wanted to sleep with outside of work or getting high… Angel’s brow furrowed at that sudden realization and he hastily tried to chase off the thought.
That couldn’t be it. Fuck. He didn’t want to think about this anymore. Hell, he didn’t want to think at all. Being sober royally sucked ass. Angel took another hit off his cigarette before flicking it to the sidewalk, the tiny emder snuffing out as it hit the pavement. That settles it. He is getting fucked up tonight. But who to pick up? As Angel was scoping out a potential mark, the fur on the back of his neck started to stand on end… He was being watched.
Maybe a change of scene would do the trick. Picking up his pace Angel glided down the sidewalk trying to shake that uneasy feeling, slipping into a side alleyway away from prying eyes. Just as he was about half way down, behind him Angel could hear the crackle of heavy tires rolling against the pavement followed by slam of a car door being shut.
“There you are, Angel Cakes.” The familiar raspy buzz caused Angel to stop dead in his tracks. “I’ve been lookin’ for ya.”
Shit.
“Val~” Angel’s voice cracked, almost sickeningly sweet as he turned to face his pimp. “Surprise seeing you here...”
“I can say the same for you.” Valentino slowly strolled closer to Angel who found his legs frozen underneath that intense stare. Before he knew it, Val was on top of him and he reached out to forcibly grab Angel’s chin. “Who gave you permission to peddle your ass for cheap tips?”
“Last I checked it was my ass.” Reflexily Angel swatted away Val’s touch but was instantly filled with regret seeing the twitch in his smile.
Sharp stinging pain splittered down Angel’s cheek as a swift hand was brought down upon him. “Have you forgotten I own you. Seems to me that hidin’ at that fuckin’ hotel has filled your head full of bullshit.”
Angel shook off the shock of the slap to glower at Val, “Hey, easy on the goods! My face is my money maker.”
At that, Val’s head tossed back in a gutteral chuckle before he turned a level gaze straight into Angel’s eyes. “Your face? You think they want your face? They are here for your ass, not that face.” Just to prove his point, Valentino cracked the other side of Angel’s face with the back of his hand… just to even him out. “We can just slap a pretty little mask on and no one would give a shit.”
Another hard slap rang square across Angel’s face, echoing off the brick walls of the small alley. Enough was enough. Val swung his hand downwards yet again but Angel was ready for the next one.
“Fuckin’ lay off!” With purpose, Angel flung his hands up to counter the strike but in doing so he accidentally brought his own hands against his pimp’s face.
Time seemed to stop as Valentino’s signature heart-rimmed glasses fell to the concret, shattering out a lens. Fear like he never felt made Angel’s blood run ice cold. Oh he fucked up. He fucked up real bad.
“Please I… I didn’t mean to…” Angel stammered.
Valentino’s face twisted into a nasty grin as red smoke seeped out between his sharp teeth and twisted around Angel’s throat. “I have killed bitches for doing a tenth of the shit you’ve pulled. Daddy is done. I. Own. You. When I say ‘Dance’, you say ‘Yes Val’. When I say ‘Suck dick’ you say ‘Yes Val’. That's how it's always been. Looks like you need some re-educating back at the studio.”
Panic gripped at Angel’s gut, fighting off tears that were stinging at the corners of his eyes. “No, Val! No! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit ya like that. I’ll dance! I’ll suck dick. I’ll do whatever you want! Please I-”
“There’s no ‘please’ anymore, baby. I have been so patient with you and your excessive bullshit.” Val roughly grabbed Angel by the scruff and unceremoniously dragged him back towards his limo, chucking his ass inside.
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The inhabitants of the Happy Hotel had almost a full five days of an Angel free week. No erroneous sex jokes. No loud laughter or stealing of Husker’s whiskey. Nothing. It was almost too quiet. But on the evening of the fifth night, a long red limo crawled up to the end of the hotel’s driveway. The driver’s passenger door flung open as something white was tossed out on the curb like a sack of garbage. Inside Val lounged in the backseat smoking a long cigarette.
“I hope you learned your lesson, Angel Cakes. Next time I won’t be as merciful.” Val exhales slowly filling the limo in a red haze. “Don’t forget what we discussed. I expect to see that ass this weekend.”
And with that, the door slammed shut and the limo sped away leaving Angel crumpled in a small lump on the cold hard ground. Everything hurts. Even breathing hurts. Well… Angel got what he wanted. He certainly got fucked up. It took him a moment to gather his strength to pull his sorry ass off the ground. Even under all that white fur, there was clear evidence of bruising. His cheeks look puffy and his left eye was almost swollen shut. Surely, if he wasn’t wearing his long gloves, there would have been visible rope burns around his wrists and arms.
No one could see him like this… Just get to his room. Just get to his room…Lock the door… Just get to his room…. Angel pulled his jacket tight around himself trying to cover the sad state he was in the best he could as he silently slipped through the front door.
Just get to his room… Just get to his room…
That thought kept repeating over and over in his mind. Thankfully for him it seemed that everyone was in bed already with it being so late at night. Angel sighed a bit in relief as he stealthily made his way up to his room.