‘How much money does that fucker owe you?’
‘One and a half grand, sir.’ Now that he seemed to pay her, she thought why not give him what he wanted.
‘How much for your cunt?’ He asked, gesturing towards her crotch.
‘Seven grand, sir.’ She whispered, still looking on the floor.
‘Hmm. Take this and keep the change. And yes, give me your card. You have a card, don’t you?’ The man held out a note with a raised brow.
‘Thank…you.’ She accepted a note, hiding her excitement as she noticed the bill. She had earned ten grand in a single visit.
‘Sorry, sir. I don’t have a card.’ She replied as it was her fault that she didn’t have a card.
‘Cheap whores.’ The man muttered to himself as he picked out his phone.
‘Give me your number, If you have one.’ The man asked with pure distaste on his face.
Emma gave him her number and he set into the car. The engine roared to life as he turned it on.
‘If I call you, come to my place. I will pay double your price.’ And with that, he closed the door and the car picked up its speed.
Emma started after the car. Her face was still a mess with her tears and ruined make-up. She tried to figure out why the man had given her money after throwing her out like garbage, but she couldn’t think of any reason. I have ten grand and that’s enough. She glanced at the handkerchief he had tossed to her and she picked it up. She needed every penny she could get.
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