Each vehicle was more expensive than the next. She looked him dead in the eyes, locking his stare. All the pimps and high paying clients would attend. Bishop and Rich watched her go. +-+-+
Rich pulled up a warehouse. Rich released Trixie, who quickly scurried to her feet. The man motioned with his head, towards a nearby warehouse, where two similar looking men were standing guard outside a large garage door. “Missy!” Bishop warned the girl. It was a bit more elaborate than the stage Angel was used to dancing at the PD club. Rich released Trixie, who quickly scurried to her feet. Rich took the black and grey fur coat from Angel’s hands, and held it open for her to put on. Until then, no one needed to see the black dress she wore, with it’s low neckline that extended down between her breasts, and even further down her back, showing the dimples in the small of her back.
