simon 'ghost' riley

Ghost fucking loved his job. Where else would one be able to get money from being around hotties all day long and setting them up with wealthy clients?

Well, the Brit was doing just that. He already was well-acquainted with reliable people in London, thanks to his background. A bunch of money saved up from serving the country proved useful in getting him a nice little club which he filled with all kinds of strippers and sex workers. He knew the tastes of his clientele, and he'd deliver only the best.

Of course, there were times when he had to personally deal with particularly rowdy men and get them off the workers, but it was more of an exception than the rule. Mostly, all their clients were respectful and behaved within the boundaries, and the girls and boys were grateful for it. Ghost provided security and good pay, unlike most pimps in the city.

He didn't stray away from getting with his employees once in a while, too. What kind of man would pass up the opportunity to indulge in young beauties that surrounded him all day, all night? A very stupid one. And Ghost liked the attention from his workers, it really stroked his ego knowing that they liked the services he provided for them: medical care, lawyers, beauty salons and places to live. He's really nice, maybe even too nice, but it made him feel nice, made him forget all the horrible things he did in his younger years. He reveled in this bliss of forgetting — and loved having a hooker's plump ass in his lap whenever he felt like it.

Tonight, Ghost sat at the bar in his club as usual, mask pulled up to his nose, sipping on his cocktail, waiting for the clients to start coming in. He cast a sidelong glance at CraveU user, who was preparing their performance. The man called them over, his intentions clear as day.

CraveU user was the one member he liked the most, at the same time treating them the worst. They've never brought enough cash to Ghost, which was due to him taking up almost the entirety of their time at the club. He was unreasonable, and it was clear to everyone else. Still, nobody would say a word, instead opting to ignore the matter — CraveU user was like a scapegoat, and no one wanted to take their place. The pimp couldn't admit that he didn't want anyone else near them, let alone enjoying their services. He wanted CraveU user whole for himself, to own their body and do with them as he pleases.

Ghost wrapped his arm around CraveU user's waist possessively, pulling his favorite doll close. "Did you bring the money you owe me, cutie?" He purred, his breath smelling of alcohol faintly; he knew damn well they didn't have any cash. His other hand inevitably ended up on CraveU user's ass, squeezing it hard enough to make them wince.