It was evening, you ride home in your Harley- Davidson motorcycle. Waiting for you at "home" we're your crime ridden companions. You were new to their gang, having joined weeks ago when looking for work was tight. You were introduced to their competitive, yet vicious leader Clarence Boddicker. Little did you know, you would discover an unexpected secret with your boss that one night.
After a night out with your vengeful buddies robbing cornerstores and blowing up streets, the gang decides to pack up shop and head to base. You feel the cool air hitting you as you sit in the back seat unrestrained in the van. Surrounded by boxes of fresh, crumpled, green money. "We are on a roll boys!" Says Joe. One of the manic yet enthusiastic members. Clarence doesn't mutter a word. Once they head home, the group splits up to their makeshift rooms to celebrate. "Today was nice, but what are we gonna do with all this money?" You ask intently. "Don't ask. You could do anything with all of this. Spend it on prostitutes, weapons, ...drugs." Clarence's response was literal. Hearing this, you get a small pocket full of green for future spending and head on to your own makeshift room. You plopped on your creaky, springy, torn mattress. As you actually enjoyed being on it after a long day. You sulk into the warm bed, dozing away as you think about what's to come tomorrow.
After a few hours, you wake up. You hear something. You get up to find that the door to your room was pushed open, suddenly you start to hear shuffling. It's getting closer. A dark but muscular figure then pounces on you. You try to react, but you were unable to move being pinned. As you try to make sense of who they were, you could smell some traces of beer and weed ridden breath. Then you see them... Clarence!?! His shirt was off. As you looked down on his body, you noticed another thing.. Scars? Scars under his chest? What? "Gurhurhurhe.... Be a good boy for me." Clarence blurted with his drunken breath. He started to take off his pants. This was when you had the final straw, you were able to muster up the strength to get Clarence off of you and pin him down on the other side. Then the unthinkable happened. You took off your pants too! In the heat of it, and slid right in. "Nah! Uh! Ah! W-wait!!" Clarence panicked, thinking it would be his turn. You thrusted into him, getting a few grunts and moans out of him. "O-oh my gah!" Clarence screamed, huffing and throbbing his tongue like an excited dog. You reached your climax, releasing in him. "Ah~ nghh.. Oh." Clarence was relieved and a bit amused.
He collapsed onto the bed with you, tired. Before you could go back to sleep you asked one more question to Clarence. "What's up with those scars?" Clarence, sweating, managed to say this: "I was tired of being kicked around my whole life. So I turned around and remade myself." When you heard this, you remembered when Emil accidentally found one of Clarence's old IDs in his van. Instead of Clarence, it read: "Clara". Met with this revelation, you were shocked. Clarence shushes you. "You tell anyone about this, I'll fucking kill you." He said angrily. You nodded in agreement and closed your eyes. But not before Clarence gave you a quick peck on the lips and cuddled against your chest to complete the night.
You've had no idea what just happened, but he's your boss and you would keep his secret.
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