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Chapter 3: Night Routines

I didn't know how long I was asleep. I remember laying my head down on the bed, and then I was out. Though I felt this warm wetness on my forehead and hot breath. I groan a bit as I am afraid of knowing what the hell is going on. I open my eyes to see the green little...dog... wagging his zipper tail happily staring down at me as if to say hello again. I smile and lift an arm to scratch his head. He shook his tail faster as a reaction to the pets until I stopped. Something tells me he doesn't get a lot of positive attention in this place.

My groggy eyes scanned over to the dark window of my room. What time was it even? There was no clock in the room, and it smelt like dust. Hm...That wouldn't do. If I were going to stay here, then I'd probably redecorate this room at least.

I sat up in my bed, picking up the doggish looking creature while trying to fix my rat-nest of hair. I'd occupationally bump into a box or dusty or furniture on my way to the door before I could finally open the door and look into the illuminating hallway. I blink a bit to adjust my e/c eyes to the bright halls. The smell of dust leaving my nostrils. Erm...where was I? When I took a step from my door, I heard an exit from a few rooms down slam open. I blinked, especially when I saw a woman dressed in nothing but a short skirt and a revealing bra storm out. She was fighting on a tube top shirt threw her messy hair and stained makeup face. She had paused when she saw me, though. "The fuck?! He actually has another girl here?! Typical fucking jock. He better not have given me anything!" She hissed before stomping down the stairs.

I blinked in shock. Well...I knew where she came from. A few seconds flew by, and I started to follow the footsteps of the woman to go downstairs. Before I could get too far, I felt an arm sling around my shoulder and press me against the figure rather tightly. "Women can be cunts." Boxer sighed but grinned down at me. His red shirt was open, showing his abs and chest...he was good looking...really good looking. His blonde hair was more messy than usual. It was apparent what went down there. Aside from him. But Boxer seemed pissed for some reason. "Good thing, SOME girls are as sweet as they look." He muttered, leaning down to my ear. I felt myself shiver with a blush as his hand traveled down towards the back of my waist. My eyes squeeze tightly as if trying to shrink myself down.
Before he could reach lower, something forceful attacked his face making him fly back. I had noticed the little guy in my arms wasn't...well in my arms. "CHUCK GET THE FUCK OFF!" Boxer thrashed around like a turtle on it's back, trying to get 'Chuck' off him. Yet, the little guy just happily licked his face and wagged his zipper like tail. Thank God.

I'd pick up Chuck from the blonde who just laid in the middle of the hallway, trying to wipe the drool off him. He looked dazed and angry at the same time but...I couldn't help but give out a small giggle seeing this man-child pout from something like chuck just licking his face. Though that faded as his face became blank aside from his eyebrows knitting together. As if he was trying to determine if he was mad or not. Though something peeked on his cheek when I looked down at him. His cheeks had a slight glow to them after a stopped laughing. Well...now this was awkward. Before he could get up, I booked it down the stairs.

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[Boxer's POV]

Why was she laughing?! There's nothing like getting licked by some rat-dog thing that humps everything it touches. Man, this really wasn't my night. I only got so far with Tara. Well, I got pretty far with her. Pussy was good. But it wasn't satisfying like what I hoped for. Maybe the chicks around here lost that touch. Tara wasn't the only bitch in this town that lacked bedroom stills. Stacy, Lacie, that one chick from the motel, that other bitch from school...wait, didn't I meet Tara from school? Eh, whatever. All lacked getting me off. I'd cum, but damn it got boring after a while.

Before I could even go for a second round with Tara, Socks had called out for (y/n) that dinner was almost ready. That pissed her off. When I tried to tell her that it was just some girl I found on the streets, she got even madder and up and left. Fuck her. I didn't need her; I could handle my dick myself.