You ask Stella if she would like to get some air.
She's not initially interested, but with an additional cash offering she agrees. The two of you head out to your rental car.
"Payment up front," she says flatly.
You pull a couple 100's from your wallet and hand them to her. She examines them intently, then stashes them in her bra.
You unzip your fly and pull your cock out. Its not terribly firm right now.
"Looks like I'm going to need a little help."
Stella dutifully goes down on you. You close your eyes and block out the events of this so far less than fulfilling night.
"Yeah, take it all, just like a good slut," you tell her.
Its easy to ignore the lack of passion she swallows your whole shaft nearly to the balls. Mechanically, you've got nothing to complain about. She begins fondling your ball sac with her free hand.
There's some sort of commotion outside. You open your eyes and the neon of the Flying Squirrel Cabaret's sign is the last thing you see. Shots are fired in the parking lot altercation and a stray bullet finds its way into your head.
The tabloids have a field day as the leaked police reports describe the compromising position you were found in, pants down in the parking lot of a city strip joint.
~ The END ~ |