"Texting with... Kessie" pt. 2

You: Gotta say, I’ve a thing for bad girls. I’d love to see your take on her villain outfit.

Kessie: Its the promise of cleavage aint it? Im not judging. She looked fucking sexy

Kessie: Let me get a basic line drawing of her done. I dont have any of my coloring stuff on me right now.

You: Sure, let me know when you’re done. I’d love to see it.

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Kessie: Ugh

You: Hello, Kessie.

Kessie: Good news. I managed to crank out some art of her in her classic costume

You: The phrasing of that statement implies bad news.

Kessie: That being it looks fucking horrible

You: You’re probably being too hard on yourself. I’m sure it’s fine.

Kessie: How can you know that? You havent even seen teh damn thing

You: True, but I also can’t say it’s bad since, as you’ve stated, I’ve not seen it.

You: If you want my genuine opinion, I kinda need to see it.

Kessie: Ugh. Fine. But you better not gimme shit for this k?

You: Wow.

You: That’s actually a nice picture. Bravo.

Kessie: I can taste the sarcasm

You: I’m being serious. You’ve done a great job.

You: I don’t see why you’re being so hard on yourself. That’s honestly really impressive.

Kessie: Well I dont really agree but thanks man. I appreciate it

You: Yeah, suddenly I’m rethinking my commitment to making an honest living.

Kessie: I know right?

Kessie: That’s a body that will make anyone go to the dark side

Kessie: Tbh she was the reason I realized I liked girls

You: Hell of a sexual awakening.

You: Actually, she kinda looks like someone I know.

Kessie: Wait, fr?!

Kessie: Dude who is she?! And is she single?!

You: Well, she’s a client of mine, so I’m not at liberty to give out personal information like that.

Kessie: You cannot blueball me like that bro

You: I don’t think that’s quite what that word means.

Kessie: Come on, at least gimme the fucking bare minimum

Kessie: She a model of some kind?! Wait, a porn star?!

Kessie: Please tell me shes a porn star

You: She has done a bit of… work in front of a camera.

Kessie: Hell of a way to say she got fucked by a dude with a massive dick on film

You: Like I said, I have to keep personal details of my clients a secret.

You: One of the key appeals of my service is discretion. Something your typical taxi doesn’t provide.

Kessie: Apparently that also includes getting dicked by the driver. That a premium feature or is it a first come first serve?

You: You make it sound like I run a porn studio on wheels.

Kessie: Actually I think someone already has that gimmick

You: Not the point. I don’t drive around attractive women in hopes of having sex with them.

Kessie: Then why are you even bothering to drive attractive women around?!

You: I thought you were a feminist.

Kessie: Yeah but Im also a horny bitch. Sue me

You: Say, what do you do with your drawings when you’re done?

Kessie: I mostly just leave them in my notebook. Got a few that have been sitting there for a couple years now. Why?

You: Why not try posting them for people to see?

Kessie: Because the internet is the internet and people will call it shit no matter what I post?

You: So why would you even pay attention to those people when their opinions mean literally nothing?

Kessie: Even I got my limits to how much bs I can put up with

You: I mean, I get it. The internet can be a toxic cesspool of psychopathy and human misery, but it’s also a great place to get attention for your work.

Kessie: You really think it’s worth it?

You: You don’t have to put your name on it. Just post it and if people dislike it, you can delete it and move on.

Kessie: I guess it couldn’t hurt

Kessie: But if people rip it to shreds and tell me to kill myself I’m blaming you. Got it?

You: Heh. Got it.