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I wondered what the fuck the absurdly hot mid-thirties blond was doing, parking a spick-and-span gold Lamborghini under an overpass in the worst office of township, in one of the unsound cities in the state. She was obviously a rich squawk trophy wife, with thumb-sized jeweled earrings dangling from beneath her farseeing and curly fake honey-colored haircloth. A aureate necklace with a ruby big as a grape dangled down between the sham melon teat in her lowcut black and white mini-dress.

amber rings with large treasure adorned half her fingers. Her tranquil skin was creamy white, but a small black and white Gucci purse bounced against her misrepresent ‘ black little girl sized'ass. With bright red soles, her Joseph Black and lily-white three-inch ticker were obviously from Joe Louis Vuitton. I wondered how she could eat or even breathe, with her impossibly narrow waistline. I felt my dick dude and wondered if I was in the centre of a wet dream. If I was, I didn't want to inflame up !

The sleazy beauty walking beneath the graffito covered overpass, strutting between a deal of wooden pallet and a dumpster, toward a group of homeless Black men, seemed as unlikely as what happened next. She looked at me and the big cardboard box I'd slept in, then the three former idler. Our heart were glued to the cash she took from her purse, a stack of hundred-dollar circular ! The bombshell fanned the vizor in her hand and waved them around. I was shocked beyond parole when she loudly called out,"Want some money ? show me your penis, and I'll give each of you a hundred dollars."

She was either the most badass bimbo around, or dullard and about to be in deep turd. Either way, I prepared to get up and run. The former guy stood and the tallest boasted,"seed here and see the bad putz around."He undid his belt.

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

Another commanded,"come here, hot Mamma ! I'm gon na Egyptian pound your passably flannel poon ‘ til ya beg me ‘ ta hitch ! I'll fucking ‘ ya bloody and keep goin'!"

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

I tried to de-escalate the situation."Hold on, bro. She'll give us money, right ?"

The hot hussy nodded,"Sure ! A hundred clam if you take off your gasp and underwear."

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

I ran to him and punched the back of his wrist, knocking the knife away. He tried to backhand me in the face, but I ducked and darted around behind him. By the fourth dimension the blanching agent blond gasped, I planted the cad of my left boot squarely in the seat of his torn and dirty jeans, sending him sprawling to the dirt. The early two warily approached as I shifted to a guard stance. I warned them,"It ‘ aint worth it. I'm a Marine. Think about it."At least I was a Marine, five years before.

The improbable one grabbed a steel tobacco pipe from the ground and said,"Ya'look like a broke ass bitch to me, motherfucker ! Outa'the way !"He walked toward me and moved to aim a swing with the pipe, but I was quicker. I ducked and kicked his mortise joint to perturb him, then grabbed his radiocarpal joint. I twisted it until I heard a ‘ POP !'The organ pipe dropped to the ground as he screamed and ran away. I turned toward the third guy. He was quite queasy, deciding if he should round me. I shouted,"BOO !"He ran off, following the others.

The blonde clapped several meter."assassinator ! Well done !"There was a lusty looking at in her eyes. She stared into mine and licked her sass slightly.

"This is a dangerous place, lady ! Are you nuts ? You got ta be more careful !"

She withdrew a hand from her pocket, holding black pepper spray. She put it away saying,"I'm careful enough. So, how can I repay my Cuban sandwich ?"She stared between my legs.

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

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

I knew there was no way law enforcement could afford anything like a Lambo, and a police force policeman owning jewelry like hers was impossible. Still, I cautiously asked,"You're not a cop, right ? I don't wan na get in trouble."

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

"Uh, microphone. microphone Adams. Um, homeless."

"Would a cop show you this ? ”, she asked. The hot blonde lifted the front of her dress and moved her red step-in aside, revealing her small pink pussy for a few irregular. It was totally bald and probably norm for a White woman, but pocket-sized and appealing to me. I admired it briefly and noticed a few drib of moisture. She covered herself and teased,"I showed you mine…"

"Okay."I unzipped and pulled my trunks down, letting her expression a piddling while.

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

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

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

"A burger and fries would be good."

She suggested,"Sure. No offence meant, but maybe a shower, 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 second and the gull-wing doors swung upward.

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

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

I agreed."Deal !"

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

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