The instant she took his money and wrapped her hands around his hardening cock something changed. A flash of something in her eyes as she dropped the tension in her shoulders and caught her breath. "You son of a bitch..."
"Hey, this is the only way I can have a conversation with you anymore." Devon shrugged.
"And tell me again whose fault that was?" She scowled, continuing to tease his cock. "You better have a good lead this time. I don't want to do this crap for some chit-chat."
Despite the burning hatred in her eyes, Devon was very much enjoying his time with 'Mandy', or rather his friend Mark. They were out drinking together when Devon knocked into a server and knocked a tray of drinks all over her. She was just about to curse him for it when Mark stepped in and made things a whole lot worse.
Now, almost three weeks later, 'Mandy' was a prostitute who prowled the streets in order to make ends meet. She acted exactly how you'd expect a whore should, up until the moment she had a client's money and cock in her hands.
"There's still no sign of that chick from the bar. I did manage to get a name from the owner though. He told me she left town and-"
"Don't tell me she's fucking vanished!" Mark snapped, grip tightening ever so slightly as his pace grew quicker. "Where did she go!?"
"Jesus! Calm down or you'll make me cum before I'm finished catching you up!" Devon grunted.
"I can't keep doing this... Do you know how many guys I've been with?" Mark grimaced.
An image flashed in Mark's head; in only three weeks he'd had over twenty clients. Most opted for him to blow them so he didn't even have a chance to tell them his story or ask them to stop. Even if he could tell them, they'd just think he was crazy and demand their money back and 'Mandy' would be back in control.





