Franky was still mildly horny when time for the money exchange came along, and Magnus was doing nothing to help his situation. He was just absolutely stunning. Magnus wore a green linen suit with a jacket which had psychedelic fairy wings painted on the back. He was bare chested exposing a gold chain around his neck. This was all accented with a flower crown painted green to match the suit.

It was a thirst trap, and it was doing its job. Franky wanted nothing more than to approach the big himbo and drag him to a dark corner for some fun. Franky knew that this was just his day suit, and he couldn’t wait to see the after party look.

He was disappointed. For the afterparty, Magnus switched into a real suit. It looked stunning on him, but Franky was hoping to see more skin.

It was Mikey and Franky’s  night to do the money pickup and that intelled dropping the boys off and the after party and picking them up after the money exchange was done.

While dropping everyone off at the party, Magnus asked, “are y’all going to be okay? Are two people really enough? I've got a sword now. I could help.”

It was cute listening to Magnus offer help, but he was completely useless with the sword. Even if two people weren’t enough, it was statistically better than two people plus Magnus.

“I’m sure you would give bad guys a run for their money, but you have to be the big rich man. Remember you are the distraction from what is really happening.”

Magnus sighed as Mikey got back into the cart and Franky mounted his horse. Franky was expecting a qutie trip, but Mikey proved to be a very sociable person.

“So Kenny says he decapitated your boyfriend?” Mikey asked. “How does that feel?”

“He wasn’t my boyfriend. He was my finance and the love of my life. Kenny got jealous because he thought we were exclusive when we weren’t. I was just fucking anyone who would get in my sheets, and he happened to be one of them.”

“What about now? Do you still sleep with whoever?” This sounded like an invitation to Franky, but he wasn’t sure yet.

“Sure do. I’m not picky either. I’m a rake; you can judge me.”

“So you’ll sleep with anyone?”

“Pretty much yes. Sex is sex and sex feels good.”

“So are you bi then?”

“I guess. I never really thought about it. How about you?” Franky was hoping to hear Mikey say he bi because nailing him would be a score.

“I’m straight. Smitty told you that when we met.”

“Yeah, I forgot. I was also hoping you would change your mind.”

“Change my mind?” Mikey laughed.

“Yeah. Bedding someone like you would be an achievement for me. You’d be in the top ten men I’ve fucked.”

“Is Kenny one of those top ten?”

“Yes. He was definitely one of the best fucks ever. Want to hear about it?”

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested.”

“He’s the best when he’s needy. He get’s this cute little puppy dog look about him, and it just makes you want to fuck the crap out of him.”

After that, the two continued to talk about their top sex encounters. All of Mikey’s encounters were women, but Franky had a good mix and even had an experience with a hermaphrodite.

The operation went smoothly as they picked up the money. Franky was supposed to have done a recon on the town they went through, but he had spent too much time trying to get freaky with Suanquelle. Instead, he tried to take in the town as they rode through it to the pick up destination. He mentally marked all the locations he thought would be problems and prepared planes to defuse a situation if one were to happen.

On the way back to the house, they were ambushed.

“How fast can you make this cart go?” Franky asked.

“I can make it to the house in five minutes or less.” That was an exaggeration, but it was enough to tell Franky he could put the pedal to the metal.

“Good, then get out of here as quick as you can. Whatever you do, don’t look back and don’t stop.” Franky steered his horse into a back alley and found one sharpshooter still trying to load their gun. He quickly put an end to the man and went to the next location that was likely to hide a shooter.

Franky was like some anti-hero as he galloped down the alley ways, shooting the sharpshooters before they even knew he was there. In the end, Franky took out eight sharpshooters. This success made him a bit horny, and left him with the need to brag.

With the sharpshooters down, Franky caught back up to Mikey. “It’s good to see you’re still alive.”

“I think one of those sharpshooters almost got me.” He said pointing to a shoot up portion of the cart.

“It’s a good thing he missed. It’d be a shame for such a beautiful face to be shot off.”

“Are you trying to flirt with me?”

“Depends. Is it working?”

“I don’t go for men.”

“Not even for men who saved your life by taking out a horde of sharpshooters?”

Mikey laughed, “Save my life again, and I might owe you one.”