Escape of the Cryptids

[DragonMasterX]

Rogan didn't have a lot of time between the news of Dark getting raped, Jessica fingering herself in front of him, and the disguised Cryptid appearing before them to further taunt them.

He felt his anger accumulating and ready to burst, fists clenching hard as the phony principal began touching Jessica. He wouldn't stand for that.

"Lay off her, you bastard!" he shouted. Without so much as further warning, he reached for the inside of his jacket, pulling out what seemed to be a thick, L-bent tire iron roughly the size of a paddle racket, and leaped towards the fake Mr. Smith, driving the tire iron down at his shoulder, attempting to push him off Jessica.

(Ayla's home)

Sam's hands were placed in his jackets' pockets. He found that it wasn't necessary to pay attention to the androgynous male, as he seemed spaced-out, as if absent-minded or just mentally stunned. He instead directed his full attention to the bat's enormous behind.

"Now isn't that one very juicy, sexy rump?" He couldn't help licking his lips. Approaching the bat from behind, let alone respecting her changing time, he suddenly said: "So what do you do when you're not working? You said something about a dancing pole?"