Let’s fuck’em.”
Pete, always the pessimist, griped, “So, how we going to get’em to stop?”
Thinking quick, I urged, “Chad, go get that sign we used for the Model Agency scam. Anal porn The sofa was a tight fit for the four of us. I gasped. It leaked out, down her chin and neck. I felt cheated. Yelled a lot. Chad cheered him on. No matter, all we wanted was the bodies. Wendy bit her lip, gulped and said, “Rome, Paris. I pitched the clothes out of the window as we turned onto the interstate ramp. Let’s strip them and see if there’s a label.” He chuckled at his joke. The one in the gym suit shouted, “Hey, watch where you’re going.” Bit of an accent. It was so tight. Pete looked at me. I whispered to her, “Yes, Mommy gone out. They want fresh models, not ones that have been around a while.”
I chipped in, “Yeah, and our advertising isn’t bringing us the right sort of girl so we thought we’d put up a sign here to see if we can find brand new talent.”
Chad slyly added, “You don’t happen to
