It was likely Angel would be outside smoking, or pleasing a client. ass porn “Want to tell me what happened?”
Angel tensed, rolling over the memory of what happened, “he wanted to pay me to watch me fuck his dog.”
“And you said no?”
Angel couldn’t tell if Rich was asking for the sake of asking, or if it was rhetorical and he was surprised. A few bruises were forming on her cheeks and around her eyes. The bumps on her skin were gone, and her breathing, although it was still ragged, was at least at a better pace. Rich lifted the shirt on Angel’s body to look at the reddish bruises already taking form and color on Angel’s ribs and stomach. Her eyes were spaced, and she clearly was not in any conscious frame of mind. The thought of doing some of the stuff she’s asked to do, it was enough to make her stomach churn. Hence the reason she now found herself outside, in the shadows of the back of the club, in nothing but a bra and bootyshorts.
