"You have no idea, brat. Who knows what kind of dreams I have about you. I bet you have dirty dreams about me too, don't you? Admit it, bitch. You have them and crave my cock shoved down that loud brat mouth of yours."

The Swede laughed at the ass grab as he stood back up after finding the booze. Popping both lids off he passed the brat his own bottle with a wink. This would be a fucking shit show maybe but who cared? They could massage, drink, shower, fuck and the pass out drunk. That sounded like a good plan maybe.

"I'm not cheap. I'll always pay for your drinks, Mikkel. You're my dirty demanding brat. Aren't I such a generous sugar daddy?"

Almost girlfriend but not. Girly boyfriend was a more apt naming for the brat. Mikkel was a feminine boy and Sigurd loved the fact he had such long legs.