The Little Man At The Glory Hole

The Meet

   Emile Picani works at a glory hole..well he doesn't work there..he was more of sold there by some random dude. But he didn't mind working there. He found it fun! He was always horny and couldn't keep his hands off the other guys so this job was perfect.
    Emile was currently on the ground, wheezing a little bit when a man in a black leather jacket came up too him.
     "Good Morning! You must be Emile!" He said. Emile nodded "Y-yup! That's me! May I interest you in a session?" He gasped out. He needed a damn inhaler but he forgot it.
      "Uh..no thank you..I can get an STD from the air alone. I'd rather not." He said with a weird look. But he continued after that. "I'm here because I was sent by someone anonymously to help you out of here. If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to take you out to dinner and discuss living arrangements." He said, handing Emile a card. Emile took it and smiled softly "I would love to, sir-"
        "The name's Remy. Remy Sanders. Please call me that." He said with a smile. Emile nodded "So what's the time? I'll be at the place as soon as I can." He asked as he stood up weirdly. "Everything is on the card. Just please don't wear anything slutty. This is a fancy restaurant."
         Ouch. Emile nodded and stumbled away from Remy and out to an alleyway where he looked around for his most decent and clean outfit. Luckily he found a clean pink shirt and some khaki pants. Hopefully this would work out for this "date" thing.
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Emile stepped into the restraunt anxiously "I'm here with someone" he said softly to the lady at the front. "Oh yes follow me." She said, leading him to the back with a smile. Remy grumbled something about his outfit and then smiled "Emile, it's good to see you showed up fifteen minutes late." He said with a frown. Emile looked at his feet and apologized. Remy felt bad "it's okay. Please, have a seat. I would love to talk to you about your personal life."