"Save you? From what?" Malik asked, a frown taking over his face. "What’s wrong?"
"As long as they don’t lay a ‘harming’ hand on me… They are allowed to grope, just no touching any asses or groins. I’m not a woman, so I don’t have to worry any boobs being grabbed, but my tummy occasionally gets touched by dirty hands of the pigs, and I hate being turned-on by their gross fingers touching me." Malik took Melvin’s arm and wrapped it around his stomach. "No one can play with my tummy but you. You don’t have gross hands, you have sexy hands."
"Because I never was a pig. I was the one to kill those. You know you asked if I don’t mind you working there…but you seemed to hate even a thought of going to this place." He said and started massage Malik’s tummy.
"I do hate it, I hate looking sexy for other people. Especially gross men who say lewd things at me like ‘I didn’t know you were a guy, but you look so hot, I’d be gay for you’ and-" Malik put on a gross smirking face and wiggled his finger as if he was beckoning someone to him. "-‘Come here a minute and let me look at that sexy body of yours’. And let’s not forget my favorite one, mistaking me for a stripping bellydancer, ‘How much do I have to pay for a private dance, gorgeous?’ What makes that last one worse is that the boss is even considering the idea of doing that. And he wants to test it out with me.” Malik sighed and watched Melvin massage his tummy. He smiled and kissed his cheek. “If only I could get a better job than this, and keep the uniform. I’d give you all the private dances you’d want as your slave…”
"How about as mine pet or even better as my lover?" Melvin asked as he kissed top of Malik’s head. " Slave is such an ugly word to use to describe you."
"I’d love either of those," he purred, wrapping his arms around Melvin’s around his stomach.