Bria felt frozen in time as she stared at his crotch. Five dollars. She was going to give a stranger a blow job for a measly five dollars. 'Only the cheapest of hookers would do something like that,' she thought.
When she dropped to her knees and leaned toward him it was hard to say which of them was more startled; her, him, or the trio of ladies who walked into the store at just that moment.
"What are you doing?" he hissed. "Stand up, you stupid whore. Strip!"
Bria stared in horror at the women, then up at Levesque in confusion. "You... you weren't paying for a blowjob?" she asked, and mentally flayed herself. One of the women let out a loud laugh and the three started whispering amongst themselves as Bria clumsily stood back up.
"God no!" he looked scandalized. "I would catch some disease. Strip."
"Uh..." she eyed the women, who were smirking at her as they each grabbed chairs from the side of the room.
"I said strip," he ordered, pulling a knife.
You'd have thought her clothes had self-propulsion capabilities, they came off so fast. The women tittered, but Bria just turned red as Levesque used the knife to open a box, not even noticing the initial look of fear on her face, let alone the spectacularly fast strip. The door opened again, this time letting in a larger group, all of them women.
"Eager isn't she?" a lady snickered, making Bria blush.
After cutting open the second box, looking at his watch and then the crowd, Levesque pocketed the knife.
Trying to stand tall and not flee under the scrutiny of a dozen older, rather plain women Bria wondered, 'What's going on here?' |