“Then give me my money and get the fuck out.” For a second she looked like she was going to cry. “You. “Oh God,” she tries to turn round to look at me but I push her head down into the seat, her face is contorted, moaning into the expensive leather. “Say ‘thank you, daddy!'” I commanded. “Ohhhh,” she gasped. “Wait there.” My man Jefferson deals. “I deserve to fucking get high. She resisted for, like, half a second and then her beautiful pink lips were on mine and her tongue was in my mouth. I don’t know. “Oh baby your blow is good,” she sighed again. The girl’s sitting on the hood of the car. Ain’t you impressed I tracked you down? I looked her up and down. “Hey!” she pulled away from me. “Next time you come back maybe I’ll give you a better deal.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he mutters. I looked her up and down.
