muses_w_remotes | 9.8. Fawlty Towers quote

9.8. "You snobs! You stupid... stuck-up... half-witted... upper-class piles of... pus!"
| Fawlty Towers

Flynn scooped up a handful of water from the tap and splashed it onto his face. The excess spilled down his wrists and bare chest as he looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. It was nearly three in the morning and he had only just made it home from being on the job. Driving was a slow process after you’ve been attacked. He looked down at the bleeding scratches across his chest and over his shoulders. He knew his back was in much the same condition. Workplace hazards and all that. He always knew deep down what he risked in a job like his, but he had been lucky – until now – to have clients who respected him.

She had been new. He hadn’t ever been booked by her before. She was a rich bitch and Flynn knew she had an attitude from the get-go. She paid for him so she could do or say whatever the fuck she pleased on her clock. So she thought, anyway. Flynn always had a policy that if he was treated rough, he would walk away. In fact, they signed a contract upon making an appointment to agree to this. The bitch had signed, but she clearly had a different notion of what her money paid for than what Flynn was offering.

( First, she wanted to kiss him on the mouth. He didn’t kiss clients on the mouth. Never had, and never would... )

Madison James [canmakeufeel] referenced with permission


Word Count | 665