Panting hard, hornier than ever, Kyle couldn't help being frustrated when the ghost dissolved into nothing beneath him.
After bringing him so close, so close to the edge.
He released a pathetic whine and pouted, looking around to see if maybe this was another denial or a trick by the playful stranger. But he was nowhere to be found, and Kyle was annoyed that he didn't even get to finish.
He slumped into the bed and pictured the man finding himself on top. Before Kyle knew it, he was absent-mindedly grinding against a pillow and whimpering. The way the ghost was so flustered was new to him as Audrey had hardly ever flinched when it came to sex. He was always so confident, so composed. And while that was appealing to the angel, Kyle found himself craving to make another man squirm in eager desire.
The wave of orgasm washed over him. Though he wished very much that it was the ghost who brought him to climax, he was satisfied enough. He lay there for a moment in a daze and his mind began to wander.
...Was the ghost even real? Or had he imagined him to cope with the dullness of man after man pounding him nearly every night. Maybe he really was going delusional. But the thought made Kyle's heart feel weighted. Restless, he finally got up from his bed, showered quickly and put on fresh pajamas. Tired but too annoyingly fascinated, he stepped out of his room. The lobby of the brothel was empty save for the other sex workers tidying up, gossiping as usual.
Kyle said nothing but glanced about the room, even peeking into other rooms (after knocking first because... yikes.), but couldn't find the stranger he was so entangled with just a moment ago.
"Kyle? Are you looking for something?" Cici raised an eyebrow at him.
"Um... yeah..." He answered shyly. He hoped they wouldn't think him crazy for what he was about to ask.
"Have you guys seen... um. A ghost in here? Kinda retro style, black and blond hair?" He asked cautiously.
"Hm... no?" Cici answered with a look to her companions. But December shrugged and Angel was invested in sweeping the floor.
"Oh... Thanks anyway." Kyle gave them a small smile before continuing his search. He walked up the stairs to the coffee shop part of the building, but no one of note was there either. Until he heard footsteps approaching, then the sound of a sickeningly familiar voice speaking with a softer voice. Hector. And someone else unrecognizable.
Kyle panicked, running around to hide himself behind a wall. Being discovered snooping around where he wasn't supposed to be without supervision could get him in serious trouble. He held his breath, listening to the conversation getting closer. His heart was thudding hard in fear.
"Boo!"
Kyle yelped squeakily as the ghost scared the absolute hell out of him from behind. But he quickly clamped a hand over his mouth to watch Hector and his guest walk up the stairs. Finally he turned to address the punk.
"You could've gotten me in so much trouble! What is your issue?! And why the hell did you disappear on me earlier?" Kyle blurted.
