Roses are red.
Your balls are blue.
For just 50 bucks I'll blow you!!

Jackie reads the sign on the door saying "Who wants a blowjob?", shrugs, and enters. He sees Benny waiting with a sign around his neck with the prices, beneath that a pink bib that reads "cum princess", and beneath that a bright green manthong that Benny is barely filling out, with more folds of cloth of note than cock or balls. Jackie slowly backs out of the room, closing the door behind him as Benny reaches out to him, desperately yearning for the attention of someone. Anyone. As the door closes, Jackie looks at the camera.

I don't know what I expected.

As he says this, Steve Sayors approaches.

Hello!

Hey, Steve! Your fly is down!

Steve Sayors checks his crotch, his right hand caressing his own fly, then looks back at Jackie.

No it isn't!

It could be! Just go in that room right there...

Jackie points at the door. Steve raises an eyebrow and looks back at Jackie.

Who or what is in there?

Just nevermind that. When was the last time Steve Sayors got his dick wet around here?

Steve shrugs.

Well, I guess you have a point, I've always been some kind of tool for exposition around here.

That's right! Don't be a tool.

Steve turns towards the door. As he does, Jackie pats his shoulder.

Ahem. Twenty bucks.

Steve reaches into his wallet and pulls out a ten, Alexander Hamilton's face silently non-judging the potential homosexual oral sex encounter his is about to be involved in.

That's all I got...

Jackie snatches the bill.

You owe me.

Jackie walks off and puts the ten in his pocket as Steve enters the room where Benny waits.

Take a seat sweetie.


Benny taps lightly onto the massage table made of egg crates and carboard.


Get comfortable. Benny from the block is gonna suck that cock!

Steve lays down on the table, placing his hands behind his head as Benny slowly unzips Steve's pants and reaches in just as the camera fades out.