Chains [Bob Duncan x Mr Mosby]

Chapter 1 -Hooligans-

"Come back here you two! Wait till your mother finds out about this".
The manager of the Tipton hotel furrowed his brows as he watched in complete disgust at the scene playing out before him.
Two little blonde twins, about the age of eleven where zooming down the hallways of the prestigious hotel quoting their favourite modern family clips.
Their whore mother would tell him 'Boys will be boys' but Mr. Mosby knew better.
After what felt like an eternity of attempting to chase the cheeky cunts down, Mr. Mosby had given up and was resting in the lobby of the Tipton, his feet up against the coffee table in front of him and his eyes closed.
He felt serene.
That was until his thoughts of big cocks were interrupted by Arwin, the Jewish janitor, or at least he believed he was a janitor. Nobody really knew what his job was, the one thing for sure everyone knew about the lanky bald man was that he was fucking Carey, Zack and Cody's
mother who dressed like a butch lesbian, had the haircut of a mother who had given up and looks like she drives a Toyota Highlander.
Arwin stuttered as he spoke
"M-Mr Mosby there's uh...A problem in one of the rooms"
Mr Mosby raised a brow
"What kind of problem?"
Arwin scratched the back of his neck and scanned the lobby for any guests that might hear their conversation, he leaned into his superior and whispered.
"A pest problem, sir"
Mr Mosby's eyes were shadowed by nothing in particular, as he doesn't have hair.
He stood up and began to walk to the check in, Arwin follow closely behind.
"What are you doing sir?"
Mr Mosby didn't turn round to look at Arwin as he reached for the phone and dialled an all too familiar number.
"I'm calling someone."
He waited for the phone to ring.
"Who?"
He heard the sound of someone picking up the cell, and the deep voice of a man on the other end.
"Hello, Bobs Bugs Be Gone how can I help you today?"

((I won't write an essay due tomorrow but I'll write this.))