I sat on the bed for nearly three hours as everyone waited for the money man to arrive. The brutes were impatient, pacing, smoking, sharing a joint and talking dirty to me just to pass the timeYou want a taste of this, b***h? and theyd waggle their c***s before my eyes. They didnt dare use me again when it was clear that whoever I belonged to now didnt want the goods messed up.
Every time I tried to ask questions, they greeted my queries with a slap or a kick, until I stopped askingwhich was long before the main door finally opened and the big hustler moved in.
I didnt like his looks anymore than I liked the looks of all the other bastards, but he had a curious sort of appeal that made it hard not to stare at him. I remember his big hands and smoothness of his skin, the way his nai
