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Prompt: Femboy noir. This is really stupid and no one should read it.

Rain crashed down harder than a twink's Grindr notifications during CPAC. It did nothing to clean the filth off my thoughts. I was a hardened private dick with a hard dick yearning for some dick, but my ass and office were emptier than my White Monster.

I took a long, hard drag off my vape and turned off twitch. Not now, funny femboy, not now. My office's doorknob was shaking, and hopefully that would mean my backdoor would get knobbed. That's when THE DAME came in.

She was a sightly broad with a Bulge straight out of Battle. I could smell it from here. Her voice was smoky and smooth like my favorite BLUE flavored GamerSupps. She was danger. The algo blessed me with a baddie on her girlboss arc.