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No matter how fast she ran she could not run fast enough and her past finally caught up with her.
She sniffed the last line of cocaine from the broken slab of mirror laying on her bed. Being out meant needing more and needing more meant needing money and... Long story short it was time to sell some ass.
She was entirely without clothes and stared lazily at the pile of skirt shirt and panties she had to squeeze into and a funny thought of her walking down main street without clothes crossed her mind forcing a giggle from her plump lips.
Happy thoughts soon turned sad though when she turned and saw the Glock 7 she had placed on the dresser in all its beauty. A full clip beside it begging to be emptied. She picked it up and the porcelain body felt so good in her hand. She loved that gun more than any man she'd ever known. It was the only thing in her life that had never let her down.
She got dressed packet the glock neatly into her purse next to her pepper spray and headed out the door to complete her job.
She arrived at the fox and hound night club looking as slutty as ever with the gun still tucked away in her purse. After chatting with the bouncers they led her to the back room where the owner of the club and a notorious crime boss was relaxing with his cronies playing cards, drinking and doing the usual saturday night partying.
She strolled up to the table with every eye in the room glued to her every lucious curve. She counted at least 5 guns on the table and imagined there must be at least another 5 she could not see. "You finally ready to come work for me doll" the boss said while at the same time grabbing a handful of her healthy ass through her silky thin skirt. She put on a nice fake smile as if to say she enjoyed this pigs grasp on her.....
TO BE CONTINUED.
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