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He shrugged. It was none of his business. The kids would just have to learn the facts of life the hard way. He turned his attention to the women scattered around the room. It took only a glance to confirm the fact that neither Fran nor Renee were here. He had that much immediate reassurance. One of the prostitutes, a lush blonde with heavy breasts that jiggled through the thin fabric of her blouse, got up and walked over to him. "You have a cigarettes" Awkwardly, Alex dug out a pack and a match. The whore was standing so close to him, her tits were burning hot holes in his chest. He gave her the cigarette and lighted it. "Gracias." She jerked her head, flopping her hair over her shoulder. Alex, looking closer, could see the black roots under her bleach job. "You want to go in back?" she asked. |
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"Sure." "Bueno." She patted his crotch and said something in fast Spanish before turning and leading him down the hall. She had a nice ass. Big, but artfully designed, Alex thought, walking along behind her. Her tight, red skirt that ended above the knees made it apparent she probably wasn't wearing anything underneath it. She stopped at a grubby, windowless door with the paint starting to crack and peel, and rapped softly.