‘How much?’ he said. ‘That will depend,’ she said. ‘On what you want, and who you want it with. How much do you have?’ This kind of transaction sure ain’t gonna go in my favour. ‘I have . . . well . . . how about just, you know, regular, uh . . .’ ‘How much do you have?’ she asked again. ‘I got twenty,’ he lied. She sniffed, and her finger dropped from tracing patterns on his arm. ‘That will get your cock sucked,’ she said. ‘By you?’ ‘No. By . . . male or female, or other?’ ‘Female.’ ‘Species?’ ‘Uh. Human.’ ‘For twenty, you don’t get to be picky about race, or anything else.’ ‘I’m not picky.’
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