Royce and the Nurse Part One (Patreon)

This will be a two-part canonical story that concludes next week, and it takes place during the current chapter (chapter 6 as of this writing) of the main comic! The idea of Casey gift-wrapping women to send over to Royce is one that I've had interest in for awhile, but I've just never been able to make room for it in the comic itself. Anyhow if this goes over well expect to see more TRW girls on Royce's doorstep in the future. 

PS: Her top popping open isn't a canonical image. I just couldn't bring myself to do a Monday pin up that featured zero nudity, so I made an alt version. 

Royce stared numbly at his monitor, the sheer whiteness of the empty document making his eyes burn. He had writer's block in a bad way, and his aching back wasn't helping. He got up from his desk and stretched, an attempt to ease his muscles that did not work. This was a side effect of being in a relationship with a teenage nymphomaniac, he supposed. On the nights where Casey slept over, it was becoming increasingly common for Royce to wake up feeling like he'd been hit by a little blonde bus the next day. 

Speak of the devil, he thought, as his phone buzzed with a text from Casey. The message said she was sending someone over for him. 

Royce winced. Not this again. Casey was still unsatisfied by Royce's lack of interest in pursuing sex with other women outside of their relationship, and so for weeks now, she had been trying to persuade him to let her "send over" one of her classmates for him in the middle of the day. He'd made it very clear on several occasions that he didn't want any high school seniors showing up on his front step for a variety of reasons, but Casey had a way of conveniently forgetting his opposing viewpoints when it suited her to do so. 

He started to text his annoyance when she messaged again. Apparently this person she was sending was a medical professional? Someone who could help him with his back? 

Royce paced a little in his tiny apartment, confused. It was a thoughtful gesture, sure, but Casey arranged a medical professional to make a house call? No appointment needed? Since when did Casey have those kinds of connections?

He was thinking so hard that the ring of his doorbell startled him. As he opened the door his mind was still swimming with questions, but when he saw what was waiting for him on his front step, every question disappeared in an instant except for one:

How did Casey afford a prostitute that was this attractive?

to be continued!