Jule wasn't being unreasonable. It was about what he could have expected, the kiss. He didn't have any real emotional tether to the girl, even if he'd wanted to stake her for a while, but the novelty of stealing affection from her girlfriend was enough to make the bullshit, romcom lip-lock worth while. It was what he'd asked for, after all. Her submission kept him hard and the excitement over her obedient hands surged through his cock to have it spring free, a monster of a limb, when she undid the button and the zipper of the expensive pants.<br/><br/>"Bigger than your toys?" he teased and pushed the gun harder into her tit. Eventually he let the barrel spit out her pebble and slapped the round flesh with the length of the gun instead. The way he played it was abundantly clear he'd decided she was property now. Fuck he'd waited long for this. He straightened until the string of spit still connecting their mouths broke. The end of the pipe with the gun-powder breath kissed her forehead. It rushed more blood to his hard meat as he indented a circle on the thin skin.<br/><br/>His attention flicked to the vibrating outwear. He grinned back at the girl on the table as he picked the jacket up and manhandled it until he found the phone. He wondered what kind of picture would greet him on the screen.  He had a feeling Sydney was cute, too. "Keep on doing what you're doing." he said and put the device on the table too, speaker-phone on. "Yeah, this is Juliette's phone. Who dis is?" he asked and tapped the dark head of his cock with the metal weapon, looking sternly at Jule.<br/><br/>He winked at the distressed girl and then brought the killing cylinder at the giving end of the silver, fully loaded trinket to his shirt pocket. A little opportunity for Jule to earn her keep. Junkies were easy enough to control.