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“You’re Angel Dust, aren’t you? From TV?” A pretty slip of a girl who resembled a blue jay stopped him with a hand on his arm. “Sorry to- I don’t mean to interrupt, I just–”
She had a veritable glowing target on her forehead. “That’s me!” Angel gave her a dazzling grin and threw an arm around her shoulders. “You a fan?”
“Y-yeah!” Starstruck, she stumbled on her words. Cute. She was going to be so easy.
“What’s your name, sugar?”
“Jerelin.” She held up a piece of paper and a sharpie. “Could-could I get your autograph?”
What a mark. “I’ll do you one better, toots.” Angel took the sharpie and cupped her breasts in the other hand, signing her cleavage in a bold font, making sure to graze her nipple with his thumb as he released her. She blushed scarlet, momentarily struck dumb. Oh, Val was going to be very happy with her. “You a virgin?”
“What?! No-!” He believed her. Looked like the sort of little thing who lost it to a highschool sweetheart and went on to exclusively have missionary sex under the cover with the lights off, while closing her eyes and imagining something filthier.
“Course not, sexy piece like you. Say, have you ever thought about giving the old cam a go yourself?”
“Oh no, I could never–”
“But you’ve thought about it, huh?” It was written all over her face, plain to see. She was an open book. “The thought of thousands of strangers jerking it to you touching yourself….” he let it hang.
She nodded. “Maybe once or twice.”
“Does it get you hot?” She blushed harder. He smirked. “Lemme introduce you to Val.”
“The Overlord?” She shrank back.
“Aw come on, daddy’s nothing to be scared of,” wheedled Angel, taking her arm firmly, brooking no discussion. “Besides, he can never be mean to someone with tits like these.” Angel gave them another squeeze. She squeaked and allowed him to drag her along to Val’s booth.
Val was lounging with Vox in a VIP booth, both smoking, clouds of red and grey smoke swirling around their heads. He saw Angel’s silhouette and his grin glowed. “What have you brought here, Angel darling? Is this for me?” His tone was playful, inviting. Val shooed Vox away as Angel plopped Jerelin onto the booth and scooted in alongside her, pressing her between himself and Val.
“This is Jerelin, she’s a fan of mine,” he said, bumming a cig off Val and watching her carefully. She seemed a little tongue tied, so he pulled her carelessly into his lap to loosen her up. “She’s got fantasies of being a cam girl.”
Val was eyeing the autograph on her tits. “You want a job, babygirl?” He took her hand and kissed her pulse point, long enough to leave a mark. “I can make you much more than just a cam girl.”
She made an inscrutable sound, followed by “oh, I don’t know, I was just here to meet Ang-”
“Are you here alone, chiquita?” he blew a puff of smoke in her face and she coughed, then visibly relaxed.
“Um, yeah, my friends caught a rideshare, but I live close enough to walk-”
“Lemme buy you a drink dollface,” said Angel, setting her down, where Val quickly wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into his side.
At the bar, Angel ordered her a Cosmo. Who doesn’t like a Cosmo? And it was red. When he poured the potion into it, it didn’t show.
When he came back to the table, Jerelin and Val were already making out. Val always did work fast. Angel put the drink down in front of them, and Val took it, leaning back to press it against her lips. She giggled, flushed and hot, and took an obedient sip.
“Good girl, drink up,” cooed Val, rubbing her ass.
“Wanna show us what a slut you can be?” Angel leaned over to put a head on her shoulder.
“I dunno, I think I’d rather just take things a little slower, this is kind of a lot…”
“What, you don’t want Angel to take your pretty back hole while I ruin your pussy?” asked Val. Angel didn’t sigh. He didn’t particularly appreciate being dragged into that portion of the plan, but he would pony up for Val if he had to.
“Um, maybe another time,” she said, but her breath was already quickening, that exposed cleavage rising and falling, pupils dilating, thighs squeezing together.
“Awww are you shy of Angel, sweet thing?” asked Val, shifting her to sit between his legs where Angel knew she could feel his long hard cock against her back.
“Maybe a little,” her voice slurred ever so slightly and her legs were no longer pressed together.
“Well I know you’re not scared of me,” Val said, running a hand coaxingly up her inner thigh. “You like me very much, don’t you?”
“Mhm,” she was getting woozy, and her legs opened easily under Val’s direction.
“That’s a good little slut.” Val rucked up her skirt and pushed aside her panties, fingers circling her entrance. “You’re gonna be my whore, right bebé?” Angel watched dispassionately, as if she were a piece of meat, or a rubix cube Val was deftly solving.
“Mmmnnn–” she tried weakly to push him away, but he pressed two fingers inside of her instead and she fell limp as a toy. He reached down the front of her shirt to grasp her breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers.
“That’s right, moan for me like a porn star.”
Angel’s job was done here, and he skirted away, looking for other marks. He saw a young man with bright red fox features. He watched him for a while to ascertain whether he was alone. He changed partners every song, and didn’t seem to gravitate back to anyone in between. Angel came up behind him while he was ordering a drink, and caged him in with his arms.
“I’ll have what he’s having,” he told the bartender. “And put them both on my tab.”
The man turned around without breaking Angel’s contact, chest now pressed to Angel’s. “Thanks – holy fuck are you Angel Dust?”
“In the flesh,” Angel purred, plastering himself all over the other man. Easy money.
“I’ve seen all your movies, you’re so fucking hot!” He looked like he could not believe his luck that Angel was hanging off him right now. Perfect.
“Oh yeah? Thought about what you’d do to me in their shoes?” He made himself smaller so he could bat his lashes up at the shorter man.
“Every time,” he said, maintaining a bravado that Angel enjoyed. This one he could play with. He was cute!
The bartender showed up with their drinks, and the other man gulped his nervously. Angel smiled. “What if you were my co-star, huh? Make all those little fantasies come true?” The man would clearly never be cast opposite him - they were too similar in type. Val would have him be the one getting fucked, not doing the fucking, but Angel wasn’t here to burst his bubble.
“Are you kidding? You’re a fucking star, I’m not famous.”
“Oh but you could be,” murmured Angel, stroking his cheek. “How about a little audition right now?”
The man almost choked on his drink. “Here?”
“You chicken?”
He grabbed Angel’s cock in response and Angel moaned breathily in his ear. His patented, Angel Dust moan. Soon Angel was melting prettily in his arms as he jerked him off, and giving him sultry bedroom eyes.
“Lemme take you to meet Val.” Surely he was done with Jerelin by now - she probably wasn’t even conscious anymore with the dose Angel gave her.
“Okay!” he said eagerly.
Angel brought him back to the booth, and sure enough, Jerelin wasn’t in sight. Velvette was showing Val something on her phone but she made herself scarce when she saw them approaching.
“I’ve got someone I’d like for you to meet, Val. He’s always wanted to be a star…” That was their signal that the mark would probably sign before the drugs kicked in.
“What’s your name, handsome?” asked Val as Angel scooted in behind the sinner, again wedging him between them.
“Cellan,” he said as Angel scooted their drinks, pouring the potion in before handing Cellan’s back. Val greeted Cellan with a kiss on the lips, which he eagerly returned.
Angel watched with satisfaction. An easy target indeed.