Stilettos and thigh highs

Chapter 1

Angel threw on the closest robe he could find, not wanting his body to be seen anymore than it had to be. The soft velvet rubbed against his sides and he sighed with the warmth accumulating all over his body.

It had been another long shoot, another role where he had to infantilize himself for a ditzy one off film.

Valentino stood in the corner of the room, a lit cigarette between his fingers, staring with a wide grin at the mess that was now Angel. "You've been so good today la monada."
Angel bit his cheek and gave a weary smile at the tall figure, he wanted to quit, really did, but he knew what Val would do to him if he walked out on him.

Val slowly walked over to him. Angel gulped as he gazed at his towering body. Val spoke less soft now, "get yourself cleaned up quickly. We have a long list of clients to get through tonight."

Angel nodded his head and left quickly, he felt scared and still a little tipsy from earlier that day, day drinking wasn't usually his thing but he didn't want to be here sober.
He brought a damp washcloth to his face, wiping around his makeup, then brought out a comb to brush through his chest fluff, it was a big hit with the clients, something about feminine men made them all the more exited to see him. He kept reminding himself that he needed this job, he needed the money even if he was living rent free at the hotel.

He hated thinking of the hotel, when he moved out of the porn studio apartment that Val had rented for him to live in, he had over a hundred mixed voice messages and texts telling him that he was loved and he should come back, that he was a broke whore, "I love you! We miss you!" "You ungrateful slut."

Angel had gotten used to this behaviour, on and off just like his father as a child. Ups and downs he reminds himself.

He took a deep breath and opened the sliding bathroom doors, locked doors weren't allowed so they could access their whores at all times, Angel always worried what kind of person would walk in on him at his worst. That bathroom had been his rock for the past 20 years, the floor held memories of blood and vomit, the trash full of gauze and bandages, the sink rim had remnants of  eyeshadow and various powders Angel didn't even remember buying. He had lived through that bathroom and even through all his overdoses he felt like being in there was a breath of fresh air, where he could breath without worry. His safe haven.

He walked out and into the hallway, felt the soft carpeted floors which he thought to himself was kinda ironic due to the fact it was a porn studio, slowly opening the curtained glass door standing in front of him and felt the windy breeze of the night sky against his fur.
He patted down his pockets searching for the pack of cigarettes he felt in the upper pocket of his robe.
he flipped up the top of the pack and took a slender cig out. following along with the snap of his fingers, a small pink flame released itself, angel took in a puff of smoke and exhaled, watching the smoke travel across the night sky, slowly being carried by the breeze. it wasn't long before he felt the burning of his lungs when he inhaled the last of his cigarette. putting it out on the heel of his shoe, chucking the remnants off the edge of the balcony.

angel stared at the red sky, savouring his last moments of peace before val sent him off to suck some douchebag off. he reminded himself that he needed this job to survive, because without it he would be just some guy on the street-corner, maybe with some "mildly entertaining holes" as val would put it.

stepping inside to feel the warmth of the building, angel put on a revealing hot pink skirt that almost touched the top of his knee length socks and a shirt that showed off all the right places.

he grabbed his handbag that had all the essentials, a company labeled bottle of water based lube, taser, phone and condoms.

it was going to be a long night for him, full of terrible dirty talk and gross dicks.