There weren’t many derelicts, but I saw more than one prostitute cross the street and ply the sidewalk. Tap-tap-tap. It took me a minute to put my clothes back on. Maybe I get you better pay, part-time.”
“Please, I couldn’t!”
“Show him your fucking tits, Lisa!” A deep voice sang through the opposite window. “Colleen,” Leland Jones admitted. He hummed a desolate, soul standard and drove the remaining distance to a government styled building. I want a crack at your mommy titties when you suck me proper again.”
When I pulled away from his glistening prick, he unbuckled his seatbelt, to give himself working room. The Stadium was a five story hotel about two rooms wide, stuck between other hotels just like it. I stopped in the middle of tying a roast, washed my hands, and headed to the hallway. Her tits and ass were nearly as wide as she was tall. I breathed deeply when I was out of the lot and speeding five MPH over the posted limit.
