Working my Hero

I’d sneaked past security to see my hero after the bodybuilding championships. Finding his room and knocked and walked in.

What I saw shocked me; my hero was unconscious in the hands of some black guy. I rushed him and pinned him down.

“What the fuck have you done to him?” I demanded

“N…nothing,” He replied. “I just work here. All these guys are just suits touring the country, its my job to wear them, sign and pose you know..”

I looked over at my hero who had collapsed on the floor, his back was open he was certainly empty.

“So I could wear him?” I asked.

“You could,” The black guy laughed. “But you don’t know all the stuff I know about him, and besides I’d get security to take you down as soon as you get out there.”

I smiled, “You’ve just signed your own warrant.” I lashed out with a fist and knocked him out.

Turning the the black guy over I laid on his back and took a couple of deep breaths and pushed into his body. With a groan I rolled over and looked at the ceiling, within minutes everything the guy was belonged to me.

I got to my feet and rolled my shoulders, “I guess no mother fuckers gonna fuck with me now, now lets get this white boi on I gotta a show to put on.”

With that I eased myself into the suit and checked myself in the mirror; “Not quite what I had in mind but it looks like I’ve got a new job now.”