Flamingo'd: Filthy Frankx Reader

Chapter Eleven A Meeting and Deal of Two

It was Thursday. 12:30, and an unbearably slow day at work. I mean, yeah you didn't expect much action happening at a mini mart, but come on! No one had been in there for almost an hour. You had decided to pass time by kicking back on the chair you had watching some foreign movies on Netflix with the iPad you had somehow managed to afford. You were watching this Korean one about a mob boss, a bandit, and a petty thief trying to find a gold mine.

Out of no where, your friend T.J., who at the moment preferred to be called Trevor, dashed into the small shop, jumped over the counter top where you were, and hid under it, whilst furiously giving you the silent 'shhh' gesture. Not even five seconds later, dozens of buff male tennis players poured into the establishment, swinging there rackets around, speaking some sort of Scandinavian language, flexing there beautiful pecks. Suddenly, they all went silent for a couple of seconds, looking at you.

Now of course, all this bullshit had occurred so fast, you were still in the exact same position you were in before. And you may be wondering, "But author-san! Those tennis players sound really sexy! Wouldn't I react to there flexing?" My answer to that is no, because you have experienced Prometheus, everything now is just mediocrity to you in comparison. So you just gazed over the "athletes" for a few brief moments, then returned to your movie.

"You break it, you buy it."

The tennis players all looked at each other for a couple of seconds, then started going through stuff in the store, shelves, the refrigerators, everything. But of course, none of them came behind the counter, that would've just been rude! After about five minutes of this, they started grouping back up, some of them even buying a few items, they all nodded, and ran outside once more, yelling and waving their rackets.

Once they were all gone, you returned to your original spot, and poked your friend out of hiding. He crawled out, looked around and climbed over to the other side of the counter. His mop of wavy brown hair hung in front of his face, his pale olive skin pink from the exhaustion of sprinting. But his hazel eyes held a sort of look toward you that said 'I definitely owe you one don't I?'

"Trevor?"

"F/n?"

"This is the second time something like this has happened this week? Why do you piss of so many foreign male athletes?"

"Hey, I'm just the one that gives them the pornography, it's not my fault they didn't enjoy the material they picked out."

Trevor, aka "T.J." was the owner of the porn shop you had visited. although you had only knew each other for a couple weeks, a friendship had grown in a quite surprising rate. What made it better was the fact that he was a regular at your work, and he would tell you that you practically saved him from having to live in the shop by buying enough material to pay his rent.

"Anyway, did you come for the usual?"

Trevor just sighed,"Yeah, but I'm thinking of getting some haagen dazs, any new flavors?"

"Trev, are you still sad about that breakup?"

He suddenly got all melodramatic, you could practically see a spotlight appear on him," Do not remind me, my spandex infused friend, for my dejected heart still aches with desolation that my inamorato once filled. But due time, the gash in my soul will heal."

"First off," you began, swearing you could hear the sound of a record scratch," I can recall you telling me that you guys were together for like- what three months? Second, come on ma- ma- MANATEE'S BALLS! According to you, it's been like, over a month!"

"Psssshhhh-Okay, you got's me! I just feel fat today okay? Can a man not eat a tub of ice cream and not have to have a reason only for enjoying it?"

"Yeah, but I mean, won't 'Julie' be really subconscious about her body after you eat it?"

"Come on F/n, we both know Julie doesn't care about stuff like that."

But then, the mini mart door flew open, and in came a two familiar faces. Frank came in strutting with so much swag that a mailbox behind him flew to the other side of the street hitting an old woman in the head. But don't worry, she was racist, and an organ donor! So a black church would now be able to do the hallelujah or some really inspiring song. Behind him followed Salamander man, rubbing his nipples and mumbling to himself.

Not even Mister Clean could wipe off the jack ass grin Frank had on his face," I'm gonna be honest, I just completely guessed whether or not you worked here."

You raised an intellectual index finger in doubt,"So hang on, you mean you were willing to just waste a perfectly good swag-forced walk on- WAIT A MINUTE WHAT TEH HELLIO ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

Papa Franku began to furiously rub his hands together like a cliche villain in a cliche story(Hey! Sorta like this one! Ha!)," Well, I was just going to admire your voluptuous store, but now that you remind me," he pulls out a wad of cash and throws it at you," I need you to buy as many kinds as sodas and as much of it as possible with this!" he continues throwing money at you like a huge fountain. "And when I mean as many kinds and as much, I'm talking interracial orgy amount!"

"Okay, okay, I get the picture, but can I ask why?"

"Welp, Papa needs em' for a video that's coming up."

"Video?"

"Yeah, for my channel on the webz."

"Ah, I see. No offense, but I won't be watching your channel, I really don't want to see what you make."

"I honestly do not blame you."

"NYEEEESSS!"

"Oh geez, your right Salamander man, don't wanna be late for that erotic foot massage!" Frank finishes throwing money at you and starts to leave," Okay remember, buy a bunch, and bring it over Friday."

"Fine, but you better give a goddamn wagon or something to get that shit over there."

"Deal, see you later, I can't wait my dear."

With that, he and his Lycra friend leave. You give yourself a couple seconds to let the faint blush that came to your face disappear. You had managed to avoid Frank for the previous few weeks, only occasionally running into him for him to give you a peck on the cheek. You look over to Trevor, whose still gazing at the door, a deeper blush covering his cheeks.

"Trevor, Trevor, come on, come back," you poke him on his boob, and he shakes his head quickly, remembering where he is," Oh yeah sorry, so... you know that white Lycra that was just here?"

"Yeah, Salamander man, one of my neighbors, why?"

"I've... I've never seen a Lycra-person whoes dick I want to devour as much before."

"Oh my god- T.J.!"

"Hey, I'm just saying, if he's not into this," he gestures to himself," he can always give Julie a try."

"Gahd dammit Trevor," you squeeze your nose bridge, trying to get an image you'd rather not think about at the moment out of your head. You begin gathering up the money surrounding you, and begin to wonder what's going to happen to you this weekend.