Rich dropped her back off at the thrift store she was at earlier. She lit up a cigarette as she walked. He beat her a few more times. Looks like you’ll have to be over a Frank’s for a few days til your ass heals. Rich put his arm around her neck, resting it across her shoulders, and led her inside. No one pays for bruised whores.”
He reached down and grabbed her by a handful of hair, pulling her onto the bed. There seemed to be a brawl going on at the gas station across the way. They were obviously police officers arresting the two for soliciting sex. It was easy. SMACK. His arm tired, he sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her down to the floor at his feet. “Get in” he ordered sternly.
