In the end you decided on Dante, but what you were told to get a meeting with him was shocking. He responded with,
“My apartment, noon, no clothes. I see anything funny and you’re not getting your interview! :P”
Against your better judgement you entered the building, leaving your clothes behind after the door. Directed into a dining room that was large, too large for its purpose. Walking around and staring in awe you didn’t notice the figure slinking up behind you before a thick, muscled arm clamped around your neck. Your air cut off as the ripe smell of old sweat hit your nose.
And in your ear, Dante muttered, “Fresh slut, no one ever takes me up on the offer when I tell em to strip. You must have been hungry to worship me yeah?”
He lifts you up, pulling your feet off the ground as he choked you between his chest and his bicep.
Then he dropped you, letting you fall to your knees and gasp for breath. Quickly shoving his thick and grimy cock against your face. His balls practically resting under your nose and sending a mind melting rank scent worse than an old, sweaty shoe.
“Better get cleaning yeah? I want you to clean every inch of me with that tongue and then I think I’ll be in a mood to answer questions… maybe.”
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