He had tsk-ed at Sydney's warning. It was a formality, but he liked that the girl felt threatened enough to include it. Her instincts were right too, given the truth of things. Jule was valiant in her efforts to silence her own dismay on the intrusive object in her throat, and managed not to alert the absent girl. She did not look brave when the gun caressed her, even though she stayed perfectly still for it path. He thought his cock couldn't get harder at her reaction when the gun started sliding into place.<br/><br/>While the two girls deduced where they were, the metal pipe slowly started exploring Jule's depth. He thought it was pretty entertaining, measuring how far up she went with the disappearance of the weapon. He looked back at the fearful girl with excitement when it dawned on them Sydney was waiting outside. By the time Jule was begging both her significant other and him, the barrel was already mostly hidden in her. Kade gathered Juliette leaned on Syd emotionally, judging by how she was falling apart on the table now, with the other voice. That would make it more interesting to test their relationship.<br/><br/>He was quiet, carefully fucking her with the weapon, playing in her gossiping pussy. Kade drew the hammer back and let Jule marinate in the implication. "She's on the bottom floor. The door says K. Smith. Come and get her." he offered, but then pulled the trigger. The click was useless with the safety still on, but he was sure it would give Jule the scare of her life. He pulled the barrel out and chuckled to himself, drawing the metal over his extended tongue to taste her personal lubes. With his eyes on her during the sampling of her salts, it might look like he was planning to eat her next.<br/><br/>He put the gun on the table and got seated in the couch again, waving at Jule to get seated in his lap, cock still very much a fan. And when she did, because he'd involve the gun again if she didn't, he'd whisper in her ear. "Hands on it, keep them there, make sure it's hard when Syd comes up."<br/><br/>"Welcome, Sydie." he'd say to the girl, eager to see how she looked in the flesh. No one would bother her on her way in - he'd left instructions with Ivan. Quite the sight for the hard working Sydney, he'd recon, to come into this apartment of all kinds of vices, and then see her beloved bare but for her boots, holding his cock, sitting in his lap. It would probably be exactly the kind of nightmare partners to addicts tried not to dream. "You here to pay Jule's debt off? She's kinda got a down payment going already."