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I wondered what the ass the absurdly hot thirty-something blonde was doing, parking a brand-new atomic number 79 Lamborghini under an overpass in the sorry part of town, in one of the worst city in the country. She was obviously a rich bitch trophy married woman, with thumb-sized jeweled earrings dangling from beneath her long and curly fake honey-coloured pilus. A aureate necklace with a ruby big as a grape dangled down between the fake melon breast in her lowcut black and ashen mini-dress.

Gold rings with large muffin adorned half her digit. Her smooth peel was creamy E. B. White, but a pocket-size black and white Gucci purse bounced against her fake ‘ disastrous young woman sized'ass. With bright red Sol, her black and white three-inch ticker were obviously from Louis Vuitton. I wondered how she could eat or even breathe, with her impossibly narrow waist. I felt my pecker swell and wondered if I was in the midsection of a wet dream. If I was, I didn't want to wake up !

The sleazy beauty walking beneath the graffito covered overpass, strutting between a push-down stack of wooden pallets and a dumpster, toward a group of homeless person Black men, seemed as unlikely as what happened succeeding. She looked at me and the big cardboard box I'd slept in, then the three other bums. Our oculus were glued to the Cash she took from her handbag, a stack of hundred-dollar bills ! The bombshell fanned the bills in her helping hand and waved them around. I was shocked beyond words when she loudly called out,"need some money ? Show me your penises, and I'll give each of you a hundred dollars."

She was either the most badass bimbo around, or pillock and about to be in cryptic shit. Either way, I prepared to get up and run. The other Guy stood and the tallest boasted,"Come here and see the braggart 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. Whip it out."

Another commanded,"semen here, hot mummy ! I'm gon na dog pound your pretty white poon ‘ til ya beg me ‘ ta catch ! I'll fuck ‘ ya bloody and observe goin'!"

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

I tried to de-escalate the site."delay on, bro. She'll move over us money, right ?"

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

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

I ran to him and punched the rear of his wrist, knocking the knife away. He tried to backhand me in the expression, but I ducked and darted around behind him. By the time the blanching agent blonde gasped, I planted the dog of my left boot squarely in the seat of his torn and dirty jean, sending him sprawling to the dirt. The other two warily approached as I shifted to a precaution stance. I warned them,"It ‘ aint worth it. I'm a Marine. Think about it."At least I was a Marine, five old age before.

The tall one grabbed a brand 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 take a baseball swing with the piping, but I was quicker. I ducked and kicked his ankle to distract him, then grabbed his wrist joint. I twisted it until I heard a ‘ POP !'The tube dropped to the background as he screamed and ran away. I turned toward the third guy. He was quite neural, deciding if he should aggress me. I shouted,"BOO !"He ran off, following the others.

The blonde clapped several clip."bravo ! wellspring done !"There was a lusty face in her eyes. She stared into mine and licked her lips slightly.

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

She withdrew a hand from her pocket, holding pepper sprayer. She put it away saying,"I'm heedful enough. So, how can I reinforce my hero ?"She stared between my legs.

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

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

I knew there was no way law enforcement could afford anything like a Lambo, and a police police officer owning jewelry like hers was out of the question. 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 person escort."

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

"Would a cop show you this ? ”, she asked. The hot blond lifted the front of her dress and moved her red panties aside, revealing her modest pink kitty-cat for a few arcsecond. It was totally bald and probably norm for a White fair sex, but small and appealing to me. I admired it briefly and noticed a few bead of moisture. She covered herself and teased,"I showed you mine…"

"Okay."I unzipped and pulled my shorts down, letting her feeling a piffling while.

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

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

She passed me a crinkle new hundred."Of course ! Here you go. Would you ingest lunch with me ? Do you like sushi ? Traditional French preparation ? modernistic Italian ? Asian fusion ?"

"A Warren Burger and tiddler 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 gold Lambo's horn beeped for a fraction of a second and the gull-wing door swung upward.

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

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

I agreed."muckle !"

When I leaned down to kiss her, she coughed and reached into her purse. She handed me something humble."breathing space heap, then lavish, then… hehehe !"

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