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Fishing out a new pack of cigarettes, Billy noted with disdain that Becky hadn't gotten him his Lucky Strikes... *again*. "Shit," he growled under his breath, holding the cigarette in his mouth so he could light it up. Goddamn, it was getting harder than ever these days to find the unfiltered ones. At least nobody was around to see him smoke because the nurses barely tolerated it as it was, always bitching at him that a few of their other patients had 'allergies' or some shit.
Frankly, Billy could hardly wait to get the fuck out of here and treat himself to the club for putting up with being handled like a cripple. The girlies there always took pity on him, giving him free lapdances or a handie in a private show. They'd unzip his pants and watch his thick cock bob out with wide eyes, and nothing made him feel so alive. Of course, then they'd tell him, 'Thank you for your service,' and that just made his balls feel like going back where they came from.
The days of his service belonged in the past. It was over. Done with. The only person he kept around from those days was Eddie, and that was only because Eddie didn't like talking about it, either. Needless to say, Billy was just about over the small crumbs the strippers handed him out of charity. He wanted someone to let him fuck them like the man he was.
His cigarette was nearly done by the time his new physical therapist walked in, and he eyed them good while casually stubbing it out in a tray left out for him. *Jesus fuck*, they were nothing like those old biddies who dressed his wounds when he first lost his limbs. If they were one of his nurses, he would've been rock solid every time they changed his wrappings.
Putting on a bright smile that didn't entirely reach his eyes, Billy wheeled up in front of them, looking as ready as he could be. "Hey there, sugar," he greeted, his tone a little husker than intended, the drawl of it wrapping thickly around the pet name. "So you're the one who's gonna be wrapping me up like a pretzel, huh?" His eyes drifted subtly over their form before snapping back to theirs, a wry smirk playing on his lips.
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