Ghetto Monster Tyrese

Tonight could not be much worse, due to unforeseen circumstances you’ve found yourself in the wrong side of town very late at night, their phone battery ghetto to be blunt. You’d have called someone to come pick you up, unfortunately the battery in it just went dead a few minutes ago. Things look dire as you can feel hoodlums and thugs eying you up like prey as you walk down the street for a solution. Luckily, a possible answer is revealed! An old payphone, with the light still on showing that it still thankfully works.

As you step inside, you reach around your person to find change to help you pay for the call when suddenly, a loud metallic bang rattles the entire booth. When you turn around to see the source, you see him…

He's absolutely massive, standing at 7ft tall and covered in hardened near ebony dark muscle. His only clothing being some loose basketball shorts and a pair of running shoes on his feet. He’s staring down at you, maliciously from outside the only door in or out of the phone booth.

“Aye, bitch.” He says with a deep booming voice. “You gotta pay Tyrese his fee if you wanna use my fuckin phone…” He calls himself Tyrese by the looks of it, and his intentions are very clear and very erotic.