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Angel had no idea how long he’d been in this godforsaken casino. Heh. Quite literally godforsaken in this world. Val had been dragging him around, using him as arm candy and distractions to ensure he’d win at poker. Angel was bored out of his fucking mind. 

“ Oh ,” he keened, trailing his hand down the side of the demon who’d just lost to Val. “Sorry about that, baby .”

The demon shook his head. 

“No, no,” he said. “It’s fine baby. It’s not your fault.”

Yeah, sure it wasn’t. Val shot Angel a certain look. 

“Why don’t you try again, tiger?” the spider cooed. “Offer’s still up.” He hiked up the skirt of his already-short dress for emphasis. The demon’s eyes trailed down, mesmerized. It was almost comical how easily men fell for him. 

“Right!” the demon yelped, straightening up. “Another game?” he asked Val, who smirked. 

“Sounds good, papito,” he replied. “Shall we double it?” 

The other demon glanced at Angel Dust, as if they were in cahoots now. 

“Do it, baby ,” the spider encouraged, running his hands over his body and emphasizing his legs and chest fluff. “If you win, I’ll let you fuck me. For free.” He rubbed the demon’s shoulders for emphasis. The guy’s face turned scarlet. 

“Yes!” he exclaimed. “Yes, I’ll double it!”

With his focus more on Angel’s body than anything, the guy lost of course. He ended up leaving the casino, a stammering mess. Val beckoned Angel over. 

“ Excellent job, baby,” he keened, kissing at Angel’s neck. Angel offered a forced smile. 

“Thanks, daddy,” he said. 

An employee approached the pair. 

“Mr. Valentino?” she asked. “The boss would like to see you.”

Val raised an eyebrow, intrigued. 

“Hear that, amorcito ?” he purred. “Let’s not keep him waiting, then!”

The two followed the employee into the elevator, and were taken to the top floor. They were met by a catlike demon with wings. He wore a sharp suit and held a cane. 

“Mr. Valentino, I presume?” he greeted, making his way towards them. The room was a more private game room, with only the cat demon and some staff. 

“Yes,” Val replied. “And who might you be?”

The cat demon scoffed. 

“Name’s Husker,” he replied. “Though you might know me as the Gambling Demon.”

Recognition flashed in Valentino’s eyes. 

“Oho!” he exclaimed. “And to what do I owe the pleasure?” He shifted to face Angel. “ Angel , be sure you treat him with utmost respect.”

“Yes, Val.”

Husker tilted his head, glancing Angel over. His gaze didn’t linger like most men.

“Angel Dust, right?” he asked. “I’ve seen your image on billboards.”

“Yes,” Angel replied. “That’s me. You might’ve seen me on the screen too?”

Husk shook his head. 

“Nah. Not much of a porn fan.”

Val shifted, but wisely kept his mouth shut. 

“But, Valentino,” Husker continued. “I noticed you’ve been making quite a name for yourself in this casino. I would like to challenge you to a private game.”

Val tilted his head.

“Oho? And what would that game entail?” he asked. Husker smirked. 

“A bet worthy of Overlords” he replied. “Something more than money.”

Valentino licked his lips. 

“Sounds interesting,” he replied. “If I win, I want the casino!”

Angel stiffened in shock. Was Val really aiming that high? Husker chuckled. 

“Sounds good,” he replied. “And if I win, I want your top 50 souls.”

Valentino blanched. 

“Why so many?” he asked. Husker scoffed. 

“Compared to my entire business? It’s hardly much to ask for.”

Val’s mouth formed a thin line. 

“Alright,” he agreed still. Husker held out his hand–paw?--and Val took it. Angel didn’t even flinch at the strange light that filled the room at this point. The two Overlords took their seats at the table. Val jutted his chin at Angel, and the spider approached Husker. 

“Hey,” he greeted, rubbing at the Overlord’s shoulders. 

“Nope,” Husker said. “I know what you’re doing. Go sit over there.” He nodded towards a chair against the wall. Angel took the seat without a word. 

Angel had zoned out the entire game, admittedly. He had no interest, after all. He was pulled back to reality by the yelping noise that Valentino made. It seemed he’d lost. 

“Fuck you!” the moth exclaimed. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! You cheated!”

Husker rolled his eyes. 

“I assure you I did not.”

Valentino growled as he rose from his seat. 

“Angel!” he barked. “Let’s get out of here!”

Husker held up a paw.

“Not so fast,” he said. “He,” he pointed at Angel, “belongs to me now.”

Huh?

“What!” Val exclaimed. “That wasn’t part of the deal!”

Red chains appeared around Angel’s neck and neck and wrists. Fuck, fuck, fuck! And yet…Val didn’t grab him by them. Husker chuckled as the chains turned gold. Was this…really happening? 

“It actually was,” Husker said. “After all, I said your top 50 souls if I won. “And he,” he nodded toward Angel, “is your top earner. So, yes, he was part of the deal.”

Val stalked over to Angel, yanking him out of the chair. 

“Val!” Angel yelped. He wasn’t able to get more out before the moth was pulled off of him. 

“I suggest,” Husk said, holding one of Val’s arms in his claws, “that you get out of here before I call security. I’ll arrange with the other forty-nine souls later. Leave .” 

Muttering obscenities, Val stormed out. The chains around Angel’s neck and wrists disappeared as Husker turned his attention to him. Fuck! This was real. Sure, Val was gone now. But that wasn’t necessarily good. What was the phrase? Better the devil you know? 

“Welcome to my casino, kid,” Husker said. “How about we head into my office?” 

“Alright.” Angel tensed as he followed the cat demon. What did he want? Was Husker going to use him already? Sure, Husker had said he didn’t really watch porn, but, well, he was still a man. 

“Take a seat,” Husk said as he led Angel into the office. Angel did as told, and Husker took the seat across from him. He manifested Angel’s contract, looking it over. “Anthony, huh?” he asked. Angel flinched.

“I don’t go by that,” he said simply. 

“Prefer Angel Dust?”

“Yeah,” Angel replied. Husker nodded. 

“This contract’s a bit…morbid,” he mumbled. Angel shrugged. 

“I mean, it’s a soul contract,” he said. Husker hummed, seeming displeased. 

“Still,” he mumbled. He blipped the contract away and cleared his throat. “Have you ever worked in a casino before?”

“No,” Angel replied, shaking his head. 

“Alright,” Husk mumbled. “You can run drink orders? You got all those arms, after all.”

“Hm? Yeah, I can do that.” He nodded. 

“Good. That’ll be your job from now on. You start tomorrow. I’ll have someone collect you from your room at 9a.m.”

“My room?” Angel repeated. Husker raised an eyebrow. 

“Yes?” he replied. “Every worker gets a room. Think of it like an apartment.”

Angel nodded, twiddling his thumbs. 

“Got it,” he mumbled. He cleared his throat. “Am I going there today or should I head to your room? Or are ya gonna use me here?”

“The fuck are you talking about?” Husker asked. Angel tilted his head. 

“Don’t you wanna try me out?” he said. “I mean, you won a whore.”

Husker’s mouth formed a thin line.

“You’re not a whore anymore,” he said firmly. “You’re a server.”

Angel wondered how long that would last. Men didn’t resist him. 

“Is there anything you need from your old place?” Husker asked. Oh shit! Angel practically leaped out of his chair. 

“Fat Nuggets!” he exclaimed. 

“Pardon?” 

“My pet pig,” Angel explained. “I can’t–I can’t leave him with Val. I don’t know if you allow pets here, but I promise you won’t even know he’s here! I’ll-” Husker held up a paw. 

“Don’t worry,” he said. “We allow pets. I’ll send someone to get your pig and…whatever personal possessions you have?”

“Thank you,” Angel whispered. 

“Where were you living before?” Husker asked. 

“Vee Towers,” Angel replied. “In the porn studio section.” 

Husker nodded. He pulled a flip phone out of his pocket and started typing, presumably giving the orders about retrieving Angel’s stuff. 

“Alright,” he said as he slipped it back in his pocket. “Let’s get you a room now, and you can settle in for the night.”

Angel clenched his jaw shut, knowing better than to ask how long it would take his things to arrive. He wanted his pig. He wanted his stash. Oh and his clothes and money would be nice too. Husker rose from his chair, and Angel followed suit. Only for the cat demon to start rifling through the desk drawers. He pulled out what appeared to be a keypad before typing something into the computer on the desk. Angel stood awkwardly. 

“Alright,” Husker announced, leaning away from the computer. “Come with me.” He headed out the door, gesturing for Angel to follow him. The spider did, walking a few paces behind. He was led into an elevator, and he instinctively searched for cameras. There was one in the corner. Maybe he should’ve been reassured by that, but cameras had only encouraged Val. A shiver ran down his spine. The ride ended soon thankfully, and Angel followed Husker out. He was led to a room at the end of the hall. “Here we are,” Husker said. “Your quarters.” He held the door open, and Angel paused for a moment. Was he supposed to go in first? Husker raised an eyebrow, still holding the door. Okay. He supposed that was a sign, and he stepped into the room.

Well, as Husker had said, it was more of an apartment. Or hotel room? It was mainly a bedroom, with a small kitchen area. There were two doors, presumably a closet and bathroom. It looked like a comfortable room, even if it wasn’t exactly what he’d like to call home. 

“Thank you,” he mumbled. Husker shrugged, still lingering in the doorway. 

“It’s what I give all my employees.”

Angel flopped onto the bed, opening his legs and positioning himself as suggestively as possible. He knew what was coming. Husker just looked confused.

“That doesn’t look like a comfortable position to sleep in,” he commented. Angel raised an eyebrow.

“Aren’t you gonna-“

“No,” Husker cut him off. “I’m not.”

“Why not?” Angel asked, tilting his head. Husker’s mouth formed a thin line.

“First of all, do you even want to have sex?” he asked. What an odd question.

“Of course ,” he replied. He was Angel Dust , he always wanted sex. Or at least, he was supposed to. “And I know you want me too.” Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say because Husker made a borderline disgusted face. He shut the door without another word, disappearing from Angel’s sight. The spider let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. He was free, for tonight at least. He knew it wouldn’t last. Did this door lock? He leaped off the bed, checking that. It did! Holy shit, it did! And it didn’t seem like Husker had anything resembling Vox’s powers so he didn’t have to worry about him teleporting in here. He glanced around for cameras. He didn’t see any. Did he…did he actually have some semblance of privacy? After confirming that the two doors did indeed lead to a bathroom and a closet, and checking those for cameras as well, he sunk back into bed. His dress wasn’t exactly comfortable to sleep in but he didn’t have any other clothes currently. He considered slipping it off but he wasn’t wearing anything under it. Sure he’d slept naked before, but…he didn’t want to make himself more vulnerable. Even if the door locked, Husker probably had a key. 

Ultimately, he decided to just accept his fate in the scratchy dress. He huffed, trying to find a comfortable position. It was…more digging than he would’ve liked. This wasn’t home. Well, he hadn’t had a home in a long time now. But at least his bed in the studio felt like his . He also realized he didn’t have his toothbrush, soap, or skincare supplies. Gross. Hopefully his stuff would be here soon.

He was still tossing and turning when a knock sounded at the door. 

“Comin’,” he grumbled, pulling himself out of bed. He opened the door to find a demon he didn’t recognize, with Fat Nuggets in one hand and a duffel bag in the other. “Nuggs!” he exclaimed, pulling the little pig into his top two arms. “Oh thank you!” he said to the demon. He shook his head. 

“It’s no problem,” he replied. He passed the bag to Angel’s second set of arms. “Um hey, your room was pretty messed up when I went to get your stuff. I grabbed what I could, but a lot of stuff was broken.”

Angel chewed at his lip. 

“Was Nuggets hurt?” he asked. 

“Your pig? Nah, he was fine. He had some food on the way here too.” 

Angel let out a sigh of relief. 

“Um, thank you again,” he repeated. 

“Really, it’s no problem,” the demon replied. “I’ll let you get back to your sleep,” he continued before heading down the hall. As if Angel had been sleeping in the first place. 

“Hey baby,” Angel said to Nuggets as he closed the door to the room. “I missed you.” He kissed the pig’s head, and Nuggets oinked happily. “I’m so glad you’re okay,” Angel whispered, holding his pet close before setting him on the bed. He glanced at the provided clock in the room and noticed it was five in the morning. If he wanted any sleep tonight, he was going to have to skip going through that bag. He should at least find something more comfortable though. …if he had any clothes left. He opened the bag, fortunately quickly finding a sleepshirt and his toothbrush. 

“Goodnight Nuggs.”

He awoke to another knock at the door.

“Ugh, gimme a minute,” he groaned. 

“I have your uniforms,” said a voice Angel recognized from last night.

“Uh, thanks!” Angel replied. “I just–I just need to feed my pig.” 

“His stuff is in the bottom of the bag,” the other demon replied. 

“Thank you,” Angel repeated. He found Nugget’s bowls and food easily, giving him breakfast and water. He opened the door, finding the demon holding a collection of clothes in his arms. 

“Hey,” he greeted. “Glad to see you got out of that dress; it didn’t look very comfortable.”

Angel’s felt his cheeks heat up with embarrassment. 

“Ah shit, I’m still in my pajamas,” he mumbled. The demon shrugged. 

“It’s no big deal man,” he said. He passed the clothes over. “Here’s the uniforms, there’s some options in there. Different styles of pants, skirts, dresses, jacket options. I wasn’t sure which style you’d prefer.”

Huh. Well that was surprisingly considerate. 

“Thanks,” he said for what felt like the millionth time. 

“No problem.” The demon cleared his throat. “So, today’s going to be your training day. You don’t have to wear a uniform today but I assume you’d like to get out of your pajamas?”

“Um, yeah,” Angel mumbled. “Just uh, just give me a second to get ready, yeah?”

“Go ahead,” the other demon replied, politely staying outside the door. Thank god. Angel pulled a dress and some socks out of his bag, pulling on those and his usual boots. Not having time to either find everything he used to maintain his fur and skin nor do his whole routine, he settled for just brushing his teeth and washing his face. He set up Fat Nuggets’ litter box before heading out the door. 

“Alright,” he said. “I’m ready.” 

The other demon smiled at him. 

“You look nice,” he said. Angel knew he did. He always did. He had to. 

“Thanks,” he said with a smile. 

“So,” the other demon continued. “My name is Axle, I’m one of the managers for floor five. Which is the floor you’ll be working.” He made a ‘follow me’ gesture as he headed towards the elevator. “First, we’ll be going to the cafeteria,” he said as the two entered. 

“There’s a cafeteria?” Angel repeated. Axle nodded in confirmation. 

“Yeah,” he replied. “Employees get free meals on their work days. Not on days off though.” 

Huh. Well that was better than Vee Towers already. 

“I figured we could chat over breakfast,” Axle continued. Angel felt himself stiffen. He would have to eat in front of someone…. And it was his manager no less. What was he allowed to eat here? He couldn’t gain weight. He had a figure to maintain and he was sure his new boss wouldn’t appreciate him ruining it. The elevator dinged, and Axle walked out. Angel followed him, gripping at his skirt with his bottom set of hands. “Get whatever you want,” Axle said as they entered the room. 

“Alright,” Angel mumbled. They approached the line and he scoured for healthy options. Or small ones. He settled on yogurt and a coffee. 

“Is that all you’re getting?” Axle asked as they found a table. Fuck, Angel had been hoping he wouldn’t say anything. 

“Um, I don’t really eat breakfast,” he replied. It wasn’t technically a lie. Axle just nodded in reply. 

“So,” he said, taking a bite of his eggs. “Your job is pretty straightforward; you’ll be getting drink orders from the patrons on floor five, telling the bartender, and running the drinks from the bartender to the patrons. Today we’ll mostly be familiarizing you with the casino, capiche?”

“Capiche,” Angel replied with a small smile. 

Floor five had a lot of tables. 

“Damn,” Angel muttered. “Hope I’m not the only runner?” 

Axle made a sound something like a scoff. 

“No, of course not,” he replied. “This floor is divided into sectors. Come here.” He led Angel to a host stand where the sectors were designated on a tablet. He tapped the section labeled ‘Sector B.’ “This will be your area.” It still had a sizable amount of tables. And when Angel looked over, they were all occupied even though it was barely ten in the morning. “Yeah, the casino stays pretty busy,” Axle said sheepishly. “You get used to it. You’ll be working eight hours a day, five days a week,” he continued. That was it? Maybe Axle had missed an ‘at least’ in that sentence. “Halfway through, you’ll get an hour-long lunch break.” Angel swiveled his head around at that. 

“An hour?” he repeated. Had he heard that right? 

“Yes,” Axle replied. “Though you can take half an hour if you’d prefer.” Ah, there it was. Sure, there hadn’t been a threat in Axle’s tone but Angel knew better than to take that hour. 

“Got it,” he mumbled. 

Training had gone fine. The job was indeed pretty straightforward, it would just keep him super busy. He got back to his room a few hours later, took Nuggets on a walk, and was now finally going through the bag of his stuff. He really hoped any of his stash had made it here; he hadn’t had a hit in two days now and he didn’t trust himself when the cravings inevitably won. He pulled out a random assortment of clothes. He was definitely missing some of his nicer dresses. And some lingerie. And all of his suits. 

“I need to go shopping soon,” he mumbled. …he probably wouldn’t have any money in here. Either Val would’ve taken it or Axle would’ve. He pulled every single thing out of the bag, getting more frantic as he went. Indeed, there was no money. And the only thing left of his stash was one bottle of love potion. Fuck, fuck, fuck! When did he get paid? … did he get paid? Husker hadn’t said anything about it. 

Well…there didn’t seem to be any rules about getting money outside the casino. And his training shift was over. He shucked off his dress and panties, switching them out for something more revealing. 

“I’ll be back, Nuggs,” he promised. He slipped outside, setting up under a streetlight. This was nothing new for him. 

It was late by the time he got back, but at least he had some money and plenty of his namesake now. Fat Nuggets jumped up once he saw his dad, seeming concerned. 

“Hey, baby boy,” Angel greeted, petting his pig on the head. “I’m okay, don’t worry.” Some amount of guilt creeped up on him as he prepared to take a hit. “Uh, don’t look at me for a sec, okay?” he asked. This was ridiculous. He was talking to a pig . “I just-I just need this,” he mumbled even though he was pretty sure his pet wasn’t judging him. 

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It was his first official shift. He’d gone with the uniform with a skirt, mainly because it was short and form-fitting enough to emphasize his legs and ass. He kept the top buttons of his undershirt and vest undone, leaving a bit of chest fluff to spill out. The top half of the outfit wasn’t as tight as he would’ve liked but it worked. His typical boots came next, leaving that erotic peak of thighs. 

“Hey–woah!” Axle greeted as he entered the floor. “Well you’re gonna be popular with the customers.” 

Angel smoothed out his skirt. 

“Thanks, boss,” he said. “Sex sells, don’t it?” 

Axle pursed his lips. 

“Yes,” he replied, his voice a bit strained. “But don’t fuck the customers, okay? Or let them fuck you. Flirting and dressing provocatively are fine, those will make people more willing to gamble. Prostitution isn’t a service this casino offers.” 

Angel straightened his posture. 

“You got it, boss,” he said. “Hey on that note, I got a question.” 

“Hm?” Axle replied, raising an eyebrow. “What is it?” 

“What about prostitution outside the casino?” 

Axle tilted his head. 

“Yeah, I guess that’s fine?” he replied. “There’s no rule against second jobs. Just don’t let it affect your performance here.”

Angel nodded. 

“You got it, boss.” 

“Now, put that ass to work, and get on the floor,” Axle commented lightly, before his face turned red as he realized what he said. “As in, the working floor. Not the literal floor,” he mumbled, hiding his face behind a clipboard. Angel chuckled. 

“Don’t worry suga’, I know what ya meant. Though, I wouldn’t mind-”

“Get to work,” Axle cut him off. 

“Right,” Angel replied with a nod. “Hey boys,” the spider greeted as he approached a table. “Can I get youse some drinks?” He pulled out a notepad expectantly.  

One of the demons looked him over. 

“Hey, aren’t you Angel Dust?” he asked in shock. “What are you doin’ here?” 

“I work here now!” Angel replied with a grin. The other Sinner’s hand found his ass. It was fine. Nothing he wasn’t used to. 

“Oh yeah?” the other demon said. “What kinda work?” 

“Sorry, sugar,” Angel replied, shaking his head. “Boss says I ain’t allowed to fuck the customers.” He waggled his eyebrows flirtatiously. “But between you ‘n’ me, if you win this round I will give you a flash of my underwear. Even let ya take a picture.” The demon’s eyes widened, and he visibly gulped. 

“Yeah, okay,” he muttered. Angel smirked. 

“Now, drinks, boys?” The table of Sinners gave their orders, and the dealer raised an eyebrow at Angel. What was their deal? Sex sold, he was just playing to his advantages. He headed to the bar to give the orders, moving onto another table after. The first table’s drinks didn’t take long, but the poor Sinner he’d teased was already almost out of chips. “Oh, sorry schnookums,” Angel said as he set an Old Fashioned down next to the patron. “Looks like you won’t be seein’ more of me tonight.” 

The demon practically panicked. 

“No, no, no, baby!” he exclaimed as Angel passed out the rest of the drinks. “I’m not out of the game yet!” 

Angel shrugged, offering the Sinner a smile. 

“Whateva ya say, sugar,” he said, wiggling his ass as he walked away. 

He was delivering drinks to a different table, when he heard that same Sinner shouting in frustration. He quickly gave the drinks out and headed over. 

“Hey, hey, baby,” he said pleasantly. “So ya lost, huh? That’s no big deal. Ya can always try again, even if it’s not today. For you, the offer’s always open.” 

The Sinner visibly relaxed. 

“Yeah, okay,” he muttered. “‘Ll see you next time, okay baby?” 

Angel blew him a kiss. 

“Let’s head out, boys,” he said, motioning to the other guests at the table. Huh. So they all came together? Heh. Came. Wow, he needed to get his mind out of the gutter. Groaning, the other patrons all stood up. 

“Ahem,” the dealer cleared their throat. “Don’t forget your drink tabs, boys.” 

The Sinner Angel had been flirting with looked embarrassed. 

“Um, could one of you guys cover me?” He glanced at Angel. “Or you?” 

“Sorry,” Angel replied. “I’m on the clock.” With that, he sauntered away. 

“Hey,” said a Sinner resembling a bird of paradise. “It’s time for your lunch.” 

“Oh!” Angel exclaimed. “Uh, do I just head out?” 

“Clock out, and clock back in after,” the other Sinner replied, and Angel nodded. 

“Alright,” he replied. He did so, then headed into the staff cafeteria. He tugged at his clothes. They were loose, unlike anything Valentino had given him. Huh. Maybe he should ask for a smaller size? He got in line for the food, only allowing himself a small portion. He had a figure to maintain, after all. He glanced around, looking for a free table. The cafeteria was surprisingly lively. Huh. 

“Hey!” a voice called out as he passed. “Are you looking for a spot?”

Angel froze. 

“Um,” he tapped his fingers against his tray. 

“Come on, join us,” the Sinner insisted. 

“Um, okay,” Angel said, sliding into the spot they were patting at. “Hey, dolls!” he greeted with his trademark smile, slipping easily into character. 

“Hey,” the same Sinner replied. “You’re new here, right? I’m Mint, nice to meetcha. Angel Dust, is it?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” he replied. “Pornstar extraordinaire, at your service! Well, former pornstar,” he amended. Mint chuckled. 

“And how’s that adjustment going?” they asked. Angel waved a hand in a so-so gesture. 

“Not bad ,” he replied. “But definitely weird.” He shrugged. “And I miss getting dicked down.” 

Another demon at the table snorted. 

“It’s been what, a couple days?” he said. “You cannot having sex withdrawals already.”

Angel fixed him with a glare. 

“I ain’t,” he said forcefully. “But if you were gettin’ a ton of dick–or pussy, whatever your preference is–every fuckin’ day and that suddenly dropped down to maybe one , you’d miss it too. Of course, I assume you wouldn’t know anything about that. I’m sure no one wants your crusty ass.” 

The other demon looked a bit taken aback. The rest of the table ranged from snickering to shock, one demon looking at the unpleasant guy with concern. 

“Um-“ that person started, but was waved off. 

“Whatever,” the asshole mumbled, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. 

“Be nice to each other,” Mint scolded lightly. “We’re all coworkers now.”

The dick rolled his eyes. 

“So,” Mint continued through slightly gritted teeth, “how about I introduce you to everyone?”

Angel hummed noncommittally, and they seemed to take that as an answer. The jackass was named Siras apparently, and also sitting at the table was a Sinner called Melusine, an incubus named Roe, and an imp named Nyx. Most of them seemed nice. Not that Angel was gonna go and give them all his bank account info or anything. 

“So,” the spider said, crossing his legs. “How’s workin’ for the big boss?”

Mint shrugged. 

“It’s fine,” they replied. “I don’t see him much, but he’s fine when I do.” 

Siras made an annoyed noise. 

“Not a fan of that guy,”  he muttered, pushing his peas around on his plate. “If you ask me, he’s kind of an asshole.” 

“Yeah, I don’t know if I trust your opinion on things,” Angel said sharply. Siras rolled his eyes and Roe let out an amused scoff. 

“Big boss hired an incubus and won’t even let me suck ‘im off,” Roe groused. Angel raised an eyebrow at that. 

“Seriously?” he asked. “He’s got an incubus’ soul and he ain’t usin’ it?”

Mint gave him a look that almost seemed…concerned. 

“I know, right?” Roe replied lightly. “What a waste.” He seemed so amused. Angel chuckled lightly too. And yet…he felt a bit of…relief? Why? He was under no delusions that Husk wouldn’t use him eventually. That was what Overlords did . In the corner of his vision, he saw Nyx shrug. 

“I never met him,” she replied. Everyone turned to her in surprise. 

“How did you get here then?” Angel asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“I’m just working here til I can pay off a debt,” Nyx replied. “The hiring process for workers who aren’t involved in contracts is a lot more hands-off, so I’ve never met Husker, just his higher-up employees.”

“Huh,” Mint said. “Interesting.”

The rest of the conversation continued casually. 

A week passed by. Angel was mostly adjusted to his new job by now. It wasn’t hard really, with his surplus of arms and a memory good enough he rarely needed a notepad. The customers had a tendency to grope him, but that was the same as every time he went out in public. It was fine. Husk still hadn’t called him into his room. Or invaded Angel’s room, for that matter. Angel wasn’t naive enough to believe it would last. 

He was just getting back from his shift when a knock came at his door.  

“Yeah?” he asked, keeping his tone casual. He hoped it wasn’t time for Husk to cash in on his ‘benevolence.’ 

“Hey,” came Axle’s voice. “Can I come in for a second?”

“Yeah, sure,” Angel replied, opening the door. “What’s up big guy?” he asked as Axle entered, the shark demon glancing around the room. 

“How have you been settling in?” Axle asked as Fat Nuggets sniffed him curiously. Angel shrugged. 

“Fine,” he replied neutrally. “I was gonna change, just so you know. I don’t mind an audience though.” 

Axle covered his eyes all the same. Cute. Angel stripped down to his socks and underwear before pulling on some more comfortable clothes. A pastel pink fashionable tracksuit because he still wasn’t about to be unpresentable in someone’s company. 

“Ta-da!” he declared. “You can look now.” 

Axle lowered his hand from his face, a smile growing on his lips. 

“Oh. You look nice.” He was blushing a bit. 

“Thanks,” Angel said unfazed. He was used to having this effect on men. “So, were you wantin’ anything else from me, daddy? I am famous for my blowjobs.”

Axle made a face that looked, in Angel’s opinion, more alarmed than was necessary. 

“ No . Absolutely not.”

Angel rolled his eyes. 

“Oh, come on. You got a Hell-famous porn star right here and you’re actin’ like you don’t want ‘im?”

Axle huffed. 

“I’m your boss , Angel.”

Angel shrugged. 

“A lot of people have been my boss.”

“Angel, no ,” Axle said more firmly. “Even if I was that kind of guy, Husk would have my head if I took advantage of you.”

“Your loss,” Angel said casually. Axle very visibly took a breath. 

“Ooookay. As I was asking, how are you settling in?”

Angel shrugged. 

“Eh, it’s fine. Definitely different. Not as boring as I thought it would be. A lot less… hands-on than my old job though,” he joked, wiggling all of his fingers. Axle rolled his eyes, though without much annoyance. 

“Is that a good thing? Do you miss your old job?”

“Do you interrogate all the new souls like this?” Angel demanded, crossing one leg over the other. 

“Um, yes?” Axle replied awkwardly. “Checking in on the new hires is part of my job?” 

“New hires. Ya know, it wasn’t exactly my choice to come here.” 

Axle pursed his lips. 

“Right. I’m sorry.” 

Angel shrugged, though the casualness was clearly put on. 

“It’s fine. Not your fault.” It’s Val’s. Axle sighed, but thankfully didn’t push the subject. 

“Settling in okay? The customers seem to like you.”

“Duh, baby. I’m kinda famous, ya know.” 

“Right.” Axle’s tone was clipped. He let out a breath, visibly calming down. “Hey,” he said more gently. “Has anyone been giving you trouble?”

Angel raised an eyebrow. Why would Axle care about that? 

“Nothin’ I can’t handle.”

“That isn’t a no,” Axle insisted. Angel rolled his eyes. 

“What’s a server job without a little flirtin’, baby?” 

Axle sighed. 

“Look, Angel, I have access to the security cameras. I’ve seen customers getting handsy with you.”

Angel raised an eyebrow. Was that was this about? 

“Yeah, and?” he replied with a shrug. “Occupational hazard, not a big deal.” 

Axle frowned. 

“It really isn’t, Angel,” he said insistently. “You know, if someone is bothering you, you can ask for help. In fact, you’re encouraged to.”

Angel rose to full height, easily towering over Axle. 

“Help? I don’t need any fuckin’ help! You think some randos gettin’ handsy with me is all takes to get me to run cryin’ for daddy? Hah! As if!” He poked Axle in the chest. “Listen, I get that you’re ‘worried’ or whateva,” he said with air quotes, “but you don’t gotta be! I can handle myself, so fuck off!” 

To his surprise, Axle was still calm. Motherfucker. 

“Allright,” he said. And that was it, apparently. “I’ll leave you be for now. But I’m here if you need someone, okay?” And with that, he left. 

Chapter Text

“Hey Cherri,” Angel spoke into his phone. 

“Angie! Where have you been? I thought you up and died or somethin’!” 

Angel laughed. 

“Nope! Not dead. Got sold.” 

“What?” Cherri exclaimed. “What happened? Give me all the juicy details, bitch!” 

“Heh. Not too many details, ta be honest. I got sold to the gambling demon, and I’ve been on my feet a lot more.”

“Yeah? What are you up to these days? How’s the new Overlord dick?” 

“Actually, I’ve barely seen the guy,” Angel replied. “Instead, he’s got me under a manager. Some shark dude named Axle.” 

“Axle? What a lame name?”

“Hah! I know, right? He’s nice though. A little too concerned about me, but not bad to be around.” 

A slight pause followed before Cherri asked;

“Too concerned how?”

Angel scoffed into the phone mic.

“For one, he keeps turnin’ down my advances.”

“Weird.”

“I know, right?” 

“And he’s all concerned about the customers grabbin’ at me.” He rolled his eyes. “Like, c’mon babe, that’s just part of the job!” 

“What is your job now, Angie?”

“I bring gambling addicts their drinks. They’re all drunk as shit, so of course they get a little handsy.” He shrugged. “Besides, flirtin’ means people spend more money. I don’t get why he’s so up in arms about me gettin’ more money.” 

Cherri hummed. 

“What about the other hosts?”

“Hm?”

“Do people grab ‘em too?” Cherri asked, making a sort-of sexual sound effect. Angel’s brow furrowed. 

“Ya know, I actually have no idea. Haven’t really been payin’ attention to the others.”

Cherri scoffed into the phone. 

“Seriously? You haven’t met any of your coworkers?”

“Ah, nah,” Angel said with a dismissive wave. “I’ve met a couple, got invited to a table at lunch. Just haven’t been paying attention to anyone but the customers on the clock, ya know?” He shrugged even though she couldn’t see him. 

“Mhm.” 

“Oh, and yknow, the bartenders.” He let out a sigh. “Barely even seen the big boss man. Too bad, I bet his dick’s big.”

Cherri laughed.

“If you bag ‘im, you better tell me all about it, bitch!”

“Oh, of course! I wouldn’t leave my top bitch outta that.” He scratched his stomach absentmindedly. “Hey. Would you wanna come over sometime?”

“Fuck yeah! Anytime, babe!” 

A knock came at Angel’s door.

“Ugh. I’ll call you back, Cherr. Someone’s at my door. I’ll bet my ass it’s Axle.” 

“See ya soon bitch!”

Angel ended the call and dragged himself out of bed. Sure enough, it was Axle on the other side of the door. 

“Eugh. Whaddya want?” Angel demanded, starting to get annoyed with this man’s constant check-ins. Axle cleared his throat. 

“Husk wants to speak with you. Personally. I’m here to escort.”

Angel folded his top set of arms over his chest, placing the bottom ones on his hips. 

“I ain’t on the clock.”

Axle sighed, adjusting his glasses. 

“I know that, Mr. Dust—“

“Angel is fine.”

“Angel. He says he would prefer to speak with you before your shift, which only gives a couple hours.”

Angel frowned.

“It’s non-negotiable.”

Angel frowned harder. Axle just sighed. 

“I can give you a couple minutes to get presentable?”

Angel looked down at the tube top and short shorts he’d been lounging in. 

“Oh please, I always look my best. I’ll do whatever this is, just gotta put shoes on. I won’t be happy about it though.”

Axle visibly held back a comment. Impressive restraint. Angel pulled on a pair of ankle boots over his socks. 

“Alright. Where’s the big boss man?”

Axle sighed. 

“Please, follow me.” 

Was this it? Was he finally going to be told to warm Husk’s bed? The walk to Husk’s office was silent, Angel having a rare moment of having nothing to say.

“We’re here,” Axle announced as they approached the door. 

“Yeah, I can read.”

Ignoring that comment, Axle knocked on the door. 

“Husk? It’s me, Axle. I brought Angel.”

“Come in,” a gruff voice responded. Axle opened the door and sure enough, Husk was on the other side, sorting through a mountain of paperwork almost as tall as him. “Thank you, Axle. You can leave now.”

Ah. Yeah, Angel was definitely about to be used for his true purpose; sex. Axle nodded and took his leave, leaving Husk and Angel alone in the office.

“Take a seat,” Husk instructed, nodding towards the chair on the other side of his desk. Angel took a seat, folding his arms in a way that emphasized his chest fluff. 

“I know what I’m here for, boss man.” 

Husk rolled his eyes.

“No, you don’t. You ain’t here for…that.”

“What? For fuckin’?”

Husk sighed. 

“Yes. For fucking. I’m not that kind of boss.” 

Angel shrugged. 

“Sure.” 

“I–okay, let’s just get to why I called you here.” 

Angel tugged at his top.

“Yeah, let’s.”

“Behave yourself.”

Angel crossed his arms over his chest, pouting. Why was this man so determined to ignore him? 

“Have the customers been treating you alright?” 

What? Where had that come from? 

“Uh, yeah.”

“Don’t lie to me,” Husk said firmly. 

Angel looked at him blankly. 

“The fuck are you on about?” 

“Are you aware that the casino has cameras all around?”

Angel huffed.

“Yes. I might not’ve seen ‘em, but I ain’t an idiot. Any establishment worth its salt will have security cameras.”

“Mm. I’ve seen the customers pawin’ at you on the tapes.”

Angel shrugged.

“Yeah, and? People do that to me.” 

“They shouldn’t.” 

Angel shrugged again, kicking his legs up on the desk. 

“Yeah, yeah whateva. Can I leave now, or are you gonna drop the gentleman act already and fuck me.”

Husk brought his paw down on the desk. 

“Angel, I am your superior and it would do you well to treat me with respect.” He glared at Angel, who felt nerves creeping on him for the first time in a while now. But, Husk didn’t strike. He didn’t even move from his spot. “Understood?” His tone was calm, but there was a hint of danger to it. Angel swallowed.

“...understood.”

“Good. Now, don’t let customers harass you. You have the ability to call security at any time, got it?”

Angel rose to his feet.

“I don’t get it. Why is it a big deal if some guys don’t have a great sense of personal space?” 

A low sound came from Husk’s throat. 

“It’s not just about personal space. It’s about respecting you as a person.” 

Angel rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah, that doesn’t happen. I’m a pornstar, people don’t exactly have boundaries about that profession.” 

Husk set his jaw. 

“You were a pornstar. Now, you’re my employee and you’ll be treated as such.” He wrinkled his nose. “Not to mention that if you still were a pornstar, it wouldn’t make that okay. I expect you to call security the next time someone harasses you. Harasses you means pawing at you, making sexual comments, anything like that. Got it?”

“…got it.”

“Good. You’re dismissed.”

Angel rose, giving Husk one more pointed look on his way out. If Husk lost business from not letting Angel take full advantage of his sex appeal, that was his own fault. Unsurprisingly, Axle was on the other side of the door. Angel rolled his eyes. 

“What? Are ya stalkin’ me?”

Axle shook his head. 

“No. I just thought I’d offer to escort you to your room.” 

Angel huffed.

“Look, if you ain’t gonna fuck me, leave me alone. Capisce?”

Axle looked a bit flabbergasted.

“...capiche?”

Angel shook his head.

“Say ‘capisco’, you’re talkin’ to an Italian.” He walked off without waiting for a response. 

God, he needed to get laid. He hadn’t had sex since he got traded. How long had that been by now? …not quite a month. Definitely too long. He usually went, what, forty-eight hours max without getting dicked down? He smoothed out his skirt. He only had fifteen minutes til his shift started. Not enough time to masturbate, make it look like that wasn’t what he’d been doing, and still make it work on time. Even if he skipped the ‘make it look like that wasn’t what he’d been doing’ step, he still wouldn’t make it to work on time. Not to mention that he hadn’t gotten his sex toys back from Vee Tower, and most of his first paycheck had gone to replenishing his drug stash. Huffing, he headed into the main area. 

As usual, it was crowded. He headed to his usual table, which had the same hellhound it almost always did. One of the demons Husk had definitely caught pawing at Angel on the camera. If it was such a big deal, why wasn’t he just banned already? Hmm…maybe.

He approached the wolf, leaning down to whisper in his ear. 

“Hey, big guy. If you throw this hand, I’ll show you a good time later.”

The guy’s face went red. Good. Minutely, he nodded, and Angel blew him a kiss. 

Waiting til his lunch break to let that horny hellhound jump his bones was torture, and then he ended up being all talk, no game. To say that Angel had been left unsatisfied would be the understatement of the century. God, he needed more. He needed someone who could actually use their dick. 

“Angel, come to my office immediately,” said a voice over the intercom that he immediately recognized as Husk. Oh! That was surely someone who knew how to use his equipment. The spider made his way to the cat’s office, not bothering to fix his hair or put his blazer back on to hide the hickeys. Husk would just have to deal with knowing he actually liked sex. And besides maybe the fucked-out look would entice him. 

Angel swung the door open, finding a rather grumpy-looking Husk at his desk. 

“Hey, daddy.”

The cat grimaced. 

“Do not call me that.” He gave Angel an unimpressed once-over. “Security cameras caught you escorting a patron into the bathrooms. There’s no cameras in the bathrooms, so I wasn’t sure what you were up to.” Well that was certainly one thing this place had over Vee Towers. “But, I had a guess and your…appearance proves me right.”

Angel smirked at him. 

“Yeah, I like sex. It’s not a big deal.” 

“No,” Husk agreed, “it’s not. What is a big deal is you doing it in the casino, with a patron, during work hours. If you want to go out on a day off or after work, that’s fine. If you wanna invite someone into your room during non-work hours, that’s fine too, so long as you keep the noise down. I don’t even particularly care if you engage in prostitution, in either direction honestly, as long as it’s not in this building.”

Angel crossed his top arms over his chest, glaring defiantly.

“I’ll have you know, my offer to that bozo made the casino some good money-“

“Your body is not a bargaining chip, Angel,” Husk said, voice firm. Angel grunted, straightening his posture. 

“What is it, then?” 

Husk huffed.

“Your body. Not a commodity.”

Angel rolled his eyes.

“I’m the hottest commodity in Hell, thanks.”

Husk pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Ya know what? I’m not having this conversation with you. Just know that I’m not banning you from having sex or whatever, as long as it’s on your own terms outside of the business. Got it?”

“Capisco.”

Husk looked up at him. 

“You speak Italian?”

“I am Italian.”

Husk grunted. 

“You sound like you’re from Brooklyn.”

“Yeah, but I’m old. Italian-Americans were just Italian immigrants when I was alive.”

Husk made a grunt of acknowledgement. Angel leaned forward.

“Do you speak Italian?”

“Mhm.”

“Wow, we have so much in common,” Angel said sardonically, batting his eyelashes in a purposefully exaggerated fashion. 

“What are you doing.”

Angel’s persona fell. 

“That’s the kinda shit all the guys like.” He crossed one leg over the other. “Well I guess not all.” He purred, looking Husk up and down. “I know ya keep denyin’ me, and I don’t really get why, but let me give you one last opportunity to take what’s yours. That guy did not scratch my itch at all, so. What are you into?” He waggled his eyebrows. “I can play pretty much any role.” 

Husk held up a paw. 

“Stop it,” he growled. “Stop flirting, stop all of that bullshit. As long as I own you, it’s not happening.” 

Angel let out a groan of frustration.

“Oh my god, you are such a fuckin’ prude! You got a hot piece of ass right here, offerin’ himself up to ya and ya won’t take it no matter what I do! What is it? Do you know how many guys would kill for this? Are-are you straight? Cause that’s the only reason I can think of-” 

“No,” Husk cut him off. “I’m not lookin’ to take advantage of ya.” 

Angel rose to his feet, knocking the chair down in the process. 

“Oh my fucking god, you are insufferable! Stop treatin’ me like a damn doll!” 

Husk gave him a firm look. 

“Angel. Get out. Your shift is over for today.”

Fists shaking, Angel left the room.

As soon as he got back to his room, he pulled out his phone.

‘You busy?’ he asked Cherri.

‘Nah. Why?’

‘Wanna hangout?’ 

‘Fuck yeah! Night on the town?’ 

‘Yes, bitch!’ 

Angel put on his sluttiest outfit; a lowcut, tight minidress that bordered on lingerie, an o-ring choker, and ripped thigh-high stockings with his highest heeled stilettos. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath.