Hunter had arranged for the limo to be driven to wherever Jack was waiting. Probably on the side of a street somewhere since the rock star knew of the man's profession. Sliding further onto the seat, he was dressed in his leopard suit. He wasn't wearing a shirt under it nor any underwear either. Just his white heeled loafers to finish off the look.

As the limo got closer to Jack's position, Hunter opened the door as it slowed down. He noticed the jeering crowd and immediately got angry. The poor bloke didn't need a fucking mob around him. Getting out, Hunter stuck his middle finger up at the mob and wasn't afraid.

"Haven't you got anything else better to do with your tiny shitty lives? Fuck off and leave him alone."

He addressed the mob and then walked up to Jack, unphased. Offering the man a ride into the limo, Hunter allowed Jack to get in first away from weirdos and thugs. The world wasn't a nice place for a male prostitute. Getting inside the limo, he noticed the mob walking away slowly.