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I wondered what the fuck the absurdly hot thirty-something blonde was doing, parking a brand-new gold Lamborghini under an overpass in the worst part of town, in one of the worst cities in the body politic. She was obviously a rich kick trophy married woman, with thumb-sized jeweled earrings dangling from beneath her retentive and curly fraud honey-colored hair. A gold necklace with a deep red big as a grape dangled down between the fake melon nipple in her lowcut black and white mini-dress.

Gold doughnut with large stone adorned half her finger. Her smooth tegument was creamy whitened, but a small Joseph Black and white Gucci pocketbook bounced against her fake ‘ fateful lady friend sized'ass. With bright red soles, her black and white three-inch ticker were obviously from Joseph Louis Barrow Vuitton. I wondered how she could eat or even breathe, with her impossibly minute shank. I felt my hawkshaw swell and wondered if I was in the center of a wet pipe dream. If I was, I didn't want to wake up !

The sleazy beauty walking beneath the graffiti covered overpass, strutting between a stack of wooden pallets and a dumpster, toward a group of roofless Black men, seemed as unconvincing as what happened next. She looked at me and the big cardboard box I'd slept in, then the three other lowlife. Our center were glued to the hard currency she took from her pocketbook, a stack of hundred-dollar bills ! The thunderclap fanned the bills in her hand and waved them around. I was shocked beyond watchword when she loudly called out,"want some money ? show me your penises, and I'll give each of you a century dollars."

She was either the most badass bimbo around, or stupid and about to be in mystifying Irish bull. Either way, I prepared to get up and run. The former guy wire stood and the tallest boasted,"cum here and see the biggest cock around."He undid his belt.

From eight paces away, she smiled and replied,"If it's that big, I can see it from here. mop up it out."

Another commanded,"Come here, hot Mamma ! I'm gon na pound your pretty white poon ‘ til ya beg me ‘ ta stop ! I'll fuck ‘ ya bloody and restrain goin'!"

The third slowly walked toward her. He chuckled,"Hahaha ! Sex can hold off. Gim me all your money, bitch !"He took an old steak knife from his jacket pocket.

I tried to step down the state of affairs."storage area on, bro. She'll consecrate us money, right ?"

The hot jade nodded,"Sure ! A hundred dollars if you take off your pants and underwear."

"I want it all, cunt !"He waved the knife around and walked toward her.

I ran to him and punched the rear of his wrist, knocking the tongue away. He tried to backhand me in the face, but I ducked and darted around behind him. By the time the whitener blonde gasped, I planted the dog of my left hand flush squarely in the seat of his torn and dirty denim, sending him sprawling to the dirt. The former two warily approached as I shifted to a hold posture. I warned them,"It ‘ aint worth it. I'm a Marine. Think about it."At least I was a Marine, five class before.

The tall one grabbed a steel piping from the ground and said,"Ya'look like a broke ass bitch to me, shit ! Outa'the way !"He walked toward me and moved to convey a swing with the piping, but I was quicker. I ducked and kicked his ankle to perturb him, then grabbed his articulatio radiocarpea. I twisted it until I heard a ‘ POP !'The organ pipe dropped to the reason as he screamed and ran away. I turned toward the one-third guy. He was quite nervous, deciding if he should attack me. I shouted,"BOO !"He ran off, following the others.

The blonde clapped respective times."Bravo ! Well done !"There was a lusty look in her eyes. She stared into mine and licked her lips slightly.

"This is a life-threatening home, dame ! Are you nuts ? You got ta be more measured !"

She withdrew a paw from her sack, holding pepper spray. She put it away saying,"I'm thrifty enough. So, how can I pay back my hero ?"She stared between my legs.

"I uh… I'm existent hungry, and I don't have any money."

"My crack still stands, a hundred dollars to see what's in your pants."

I knew there was no way law enforcement could open anything like a Lambo, and a patrol officer owning jewellery like hers was unsufferable. Still, I cautiously asked,"You're not a cop, right ? I don't wan na get in trouble."

She held up her driver's permission."Gwendolyn Hollister. Everybody calls me ‘ Gwen.'I'm a massage therapist and pro escort."

"Uh, Mike. microphone go. Um, homeless."

"Would a cop appearance you this ? ”, she asked. The hot blond lifted the front man of her wearing apparel and moved her red pantie aside, revealing her small pink pussy for a few bit. It was totally bald and probably average for a White woman, but small and appealing to me. I admired it briefly and noticed a few driblet of wet. She covered herself and teased,"I showed you mine…"

"Okay."I unzipped and pulled my shorts down, letting her tone a little while.

"WOW ! It's big around as my articulatio radiocarpea ! I bet when it's hard, you have fifteen inches ! Over a invertebrate foot of cock !"

I bashfully admitted,"Um, eleven, I think. So, uh, about the money…"

She passed me a crisp new hundred."Of course ! Here you go. Would you have lunch with me ? Do you like sushi ? Traditional French cooking ? Modern Italian ? Asian spinal fusion ?"

"A burger and fries would be good."

She suggested,"Sure. No crime meant, but maybe a cascade, too ? My hotel is only three miles."I was surprised again when she pushed a button on her keyring. The golden Lambo's horn beeped for a fraction of a instant and the gull-wing doors swung upward.

I was embarrassed to take,"I haven't showered in two weeks. That would be great !"

Her cheeks rapidly reddened while she suggested,"It will be even better if I wash your rachis. Um, and your front."She glanced at my zipper.

I agreed."Deal !"

When I leaned down to kiss her, she coughed and reached into her purse. She handed me something small."breather mint, then shower, then… hehehe !"

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