“Aww, what’s wrong? Beeg -+-+-
Upstairs, Angel sat with Riggs and his girl Candy. His hands were roaming her body, and one hand fumbled its way to her groin. But Tallia is a working girl tonight, and our girls don’t drink on the clock.” She slid the drink back over to the man. What mattered was that the girl was holding out her earnings to Angel. I’ll take the change, since you have nowhere to put it,” she looked over the girl’s booty shorts, bra, and fishnets. Besides, that’s money pissed away if no one goes.”
He groaned again, “fine, I’ll drive ya.”
Angel was already pulling his truck keys out of his pants pocket, “you’re too smashed to drive.”
He sighed.
