Circus Freaks pg 29 draft (script) (Patreon)

P1: Striker slides his dick out.

P2: Striker, out of breath, wipes away his sweat.

STRIKER: That was... goddamn, I needed that.

P3: Glam sits up and rubs his chest, smiling up at him.

GLAM: That's exactly what I wanted to hear. Now, can you give me something that "I" need?

STRIKER: Of course. What do you want me to--?

P4: Glam gets up and walks off.

STRIKER: Wait, where are you going? I thought we were going for another round?

GLAM: Oh, we are.