TheAntiRebel
is still a threat
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** Closed for Candywine and myself **
Rob Shafter was a male prositute. He had been blessed with a big dick, and a good body, and cursed with shitty parenting, and a lack of a college education. Now, a medium-sized ad in the newspaper represented his whole career. "LADIES? EVER WANTED THE COMPANY OF A YOUNG, ATTRACTIVE, MUSCULAR MAN? CALL [phone number] TODAY AND HAVE A YOUNG STUD KEEP YOU COMPANY. WE HAVE A WIDE VARITY OF MEN, FOR ANY BUDGET."
Rob was the highest paid man-whore the 'company' had. His big member, combined with his uncanny looks and rumored sexual ability made his clients usually rich lawyers, doctors, or the bored house wives types. He had dreams of his own, and hoped to one day buy some pilot's lessons, and a small plane, and make money by providing cheap air fares, but today, he had to sell his body.
Rob Shafter
Age: 27
6'4", 210 lbs
Tall, blond with hazel eyes and handsome. He was a well-built physique.
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Rob quietly pulled his used, junky sedan to the side of the road and looked up. He was sitting before a big, expensive house in the nicest suburbs in town. He glanced down at the card the 'company' had given him. This was the address. He got up, and walked to the door.
Sometimes clients asked him to dress up, a cop, a fireman, a pizza delivery boy. Some wanted him to break in and rape them. Others wanted them to dress up like their high school son, but this client, had no such request, at least, so far. He reached the front door, and knocked several times. He glanced around, and saw nothing moving. This part made him nervous, for some reason.
OOC: I need one lady to play the client. She be anything you want, just obiviously rich enough to afford a high-class prostitute.
Rob Shafter was a male prositute. He had been blessed with a big dick, and a good body, and cursed with shitty parenting, and a lack of a college education. Now, a medium-sized ad in the newspaper represented his whole career. "LADIES? EVER WANTED THE COMPANY OF A YOUNG, ATTRACTIVE, MUSCULAR MAN? CALL [phone number] TODAY AND HAVE A YOUNG STUD KEEP YOU COMPANY. WE HAVE A WIDE VARITY OF MEN, FOR ANY BUDGET."
Rob was the highest paid man-whore the 'company' had. His big member, combined with his uncanny looks and rumored sexual ability made his clients usually rich lawyers, doctors, or the bored house wives types. He had dreams of his own, and hoped to one day buy some pilot's lessons, and a small plane, and make money by providing cheap air fares, but today, he had to sell his body.
Rob Shafter
Age: 27
6'4", 210 lbs
Tall, blond with hazel eyes and handsome. He was a well-built physique.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rob quietly pulled his used, junky sedan to the side of the road and looked up. He was sitting before a big, expensive house in the nicest suburbs in town. He glanced down at the card the 'company' had given him. This was the address. He got up, and walked to the door.
Sometimes clients asked him to dress up, a cop, a fireman, a pizza delivery boy. Some wanted him to break in and rape them. Others wanted them to dress up like their high school son, but this client, had no such request, at least, so far. He reached the front door, and knocked several times. He glanced around, and saw nothing moving. This part made him nervous, for some reason.
OOC: I need one lady to play the client. She be anything you want, just obiviously rich enough to afford a high-class prostitute.
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