How I met my first (cash)slave.

I was having a buzzing night years a go with my friends and we went out clubbing in the city. We were totally drunk and we walked towards the taxies. My friends asked me to get some weed in the coffeeshop. I bought some skunk and on my way back to the taxi I had to pass a gay leather bar named 'Chaps'. There was a faggot with leather pants with open butt, no shirt and a rainbow cap standing on the sidewalk which was very small and I had to pass him. When I passed him with my first leg and head he hooked my last leg with his leg and I fell. I jumped up and went at him with my fist but threw him against the wall. I was amazed and said : U fucking gaylord what is your problem I should knock your teeth out. Surprisingly he started laughing and I felt awkward because I knew he liked it. So when he was standing up he asked me to spit him in his face and call him gay again. I looked around me if nobody was looking or passing and I did. Then I thought he was reaching for something like a knife in his back pocket but he pulled out his wallet and told me 50 euro's would be mine if I would kick him if other people would walk pass by us and call him names. I thought for some seconds but realized it gave me such a mighty feeling and I felt so much joy inside and I accepted the offer. A group of young student girls walked by and I started calling him some names and gave him some proper low-kicks to his leg and he fell down and they laughed, it even made me feel greater. When they were out of the side he asked me for my number and he became my first slave.