"Are you sure she's worth this much" he asked as he handed me the five twenties.
"How should I know. I don't make a habit of f*****g the help. She gets a lot of repeat business so some guys think she's worth it."
I put the money in my pocket and told him, "Room 116. Knock twice, wait two seconds and knock twice again. Have fun."
As I watched him walk away I thought about how I'd lied to him when I said that I didn't sample the hired help. I'd spent two hours earlier in the day rolling around on a bed with her. She was worth it all right, well worth it.
I went back to the bar, ordered another Bud Light and watched the basketball game on the TV while I waited to see if anyone else wanted some p***y. The bartender and half the guys in the bar knew I was a pimp and if any of them needed s*
