It's a Long, Hard Knocked Up Life (Candy X Kadavro)

[Kadavro]

'This sucked.' Grant entered his apartment, leaving his escort behind, bolting and chaining the door behind him. 'A bit of vandalism, loitering, and smut stealing and I have to get a councillor.' Well, hopefully would get a councillor. "Just because you look like an adult from behind means you should be tried as an adult." Nice talking, but I already live like one. The city attorneys were taking a hard line and not doing much to help the defendants. Man, thinking in legal talk? He'd heard of lawyers being sharks, but it always seemed to be from the other side. "Nothing but anchovies for me." He grunted, annoyed by the apparently waterproof tracker around his ankle. Something about gangs and house arrest. He grunted, looking over one of the pornos he had swiped, planning to rub one out before whoever it was the city sent came to his apartment.

It was boring. Where did the excitement go? Even the excitement of swiping this gave him more or a rise than the picture! So sterile. Always condoms, always ten days of testing for the clap, always unattractive guys, with the good ones having all but their cocks out of frame. Still, nice abs and shafts. Might want to go for those more. He tossed the magazine onto the table, grabbed himself some root beer and a boiled egg from the frigde. 'Might as well get ready.' He headed to his bathroom, dropping his clothes as he went. 'Missed laundry day but still probably have a towel'. He closed the window blinds near the door, ignoring the broken part allowing one to see into his apartment if they bent over. Entering the bathroom, he turned on the shower, scalding himself a bit. Hadn't taken any at his short stint in juvie, as he wasn't letting anyone into his ass who couldn't earn it. Considering the size of the others there, he wouldn't have had a problem. 'At least the gang didn't get brought into it.' One charge that wouldn't have went over well. Wasn't the biggest fish in the pond, but then his growth spurt had... No need to talk about it. He leered at his body, then pulled open the bathroom window so that the mirror would unsteam, allowing himself to view his body as he rubbed his muscle, nupples, and privates hard with the soap, skin a bit red from the water's heat. He began to shampoo but stopped halfway through to get back to the narcissism.

 

[Candy_ demon]

Another hum-drum case that Gabby couldn't refuse. Looking over the files that she had been given to review, she sighed. "Juvenile, facing possible jail time for let me see. Loitering, vandalism, and petty theft. You've got to be kidding me." The slender brunette huffed, throwing the case file back into her leather brief case with a disgruntled sigh. Why was it she had all of the shit cases, all the cases that no one in their right mind wanted to take.

That was right, because she was a new law student and they didn't want her to fuck up a big case, that was why. She had only been in year at least two years. The first had been her pushing a pencil, fetching this and that, writing up reports, other such irritating stupidity, until she had graduated into another year of law school. Now they were giving her cases. Yay for having the cases and being paid a high wage than she had when she was a pencil pusher.

As the taxi zipped through the danker streets of down town, Gabby looked around and shuttered. "Of course this is where he lives, why wouldn't it be. Shitty case, shitty living area, probably a shitty client." When the yellow cab pulled over to the curb, Gabby sighed, reluctant to leave the 'safety' of the cab. Giving the man his pay, Gabby forced herself forward, briefcase pressed against her chest tightly. With another loud exhale, Gabby made her way up the stairs to the building, pushed her way into the dank building and made her way up another staircase. When she had reached the correct apartment door, Gabby reached up and knocked softly on the door. "Hello?" Gabrielle called out, wrapping her fists against the door again, "Hello, I'm Gabrielle O'Callaghan, I'm a lawyer with the S&S firm. Is anyone home?" She called out again

 

[Kadavro]

"Aaah." Best place about this dump had to be the water. "Aaaaaah." Clean enough to drink it strained and warm enough to peel the dead skin from the bear tattoo on his lower back. "Aaaahhh!" And it did get him warm enough done below, with the right pair of underwear to use as a washcloth. He walked out and got his pair, then returned back to his moaning as he tried getting himself off as he looked over his body again. "Ahhh, aaaaah, AHHHHH!" Maybe the band wasn't waterproof. 'Well, can't have them think I'm trying to break parole'. Sixteen seemed a bit early in life to go there. He stepped out of the shower, the electric shock distracting him from his 'problem', which began to go down anyways. Leaving the bathroom he headed back to the living room, dumping himself in a chair as he dried machine with his cleaner shirt. 'Ahh, leg hair.' Probably should shave them sometime. While his body hair away from his groin stayed at the level of sixteen year old he still had trouble when it got caught in this. Also didn't do much good in actually catching his sweat and keeping it out of his clothes. Smelled like they had been throwing up lumberjack cologne in there, the way his scent covered the furniture, most of his clothes so musky you could tell by a photo. He didn't make out the noise from the door as the shower was still on and the tracking device gave a loud beep as he dried it, leg over lap, covering his package from view. He paid no mind to the opening in the blinds or to the window and mirror in the showers, planning as he was to get back and remove the rest of the soap and shampoo.