“Come on, lover. Don’t be shy. We’ve got the room for an hour. Let’s have fun.”
The money had already changed hands and Angel was lying on the bed with her blouse open and her jeans tossed on the floor.
“Can’t say I’m shy, Baby.” He pulled off his shirt and got on top of her. He’d seen her on a street corner just off of Fremont Street and they settled on a price. She thought he was a dope because he didn’t haggle, but then it wasn’t just money that she wanted, and she certainly wasn’t doing it for the sex.
“Just a little bit closer. Come on. I don’t bite.” She almost laughed because she was lying through her teeth.