He does not

He began to turn around, glancing down to look at Nancy almost with a frown on his face. The cum was dripping down her face as she crawled forward. Nancy could see the ugly expression over his face, obviously a reaction from her question. She tried to **** a smile before continuing on in a calm voice, trying her hardest to convince him out of kindness.

"After all the fun we just had, it wouldn't hurt if you gave me a little information to help my case. I think you owe me a little something, huh?"

Robert took one step forward, gazing down at Nancy as he almost didn't know how to react to this question. Who the fuck did she think she was? Did she really think that resuming her role as his bitch would be enough for her to give him anything? These questions ran through his mind as he became filled with a sudden rage and was prepared to direct it solely at her.

"Information? What information? I don't owe you shit, whore!"

His voice rumbled before it sounded as if he were trying to clear his throat. Robert gazed down at her one last time, then curled his lips up to spit on her. His saliva went flying out of his mouth, drenching her forehead and running down her face. Nancy didn't expect this sudden retaliation. She had closed her eyes, then gasped upon feeling his saliva drench her face.

"You're a cop and you get tax payer money to do your job, so I'm gonna tell you to go do your job instead of asking me for anything. You really thought I was going to help you if you went back to your old whore ways for me?"

Letting out a chuckle, he continued on.

"Fuck you whore, learn how to do your job. Oh wait, I'm the one that fucked you!"

Unable to hold himself back, Robert bust out into laughter as his feet stomped over the bathroom floor and he went to make his exit. Humiliated by this turn of events, Nancy began to raise herself up. She couldn't control herself from seething in rage as his spit had been mixed with the cum and runny makeup over her face. She curled her right hand fingers into a fist and then slammed it over the wall of the bathroom stall. Her hand stung in pain as the stall rattled with a clear dent left over the grey surface. Here she was back to Square A on the drawing board of the case against Carillo. A ghost from her past had used her, reminding her of what she once was to him and then leaving her a miss in the bathroom. At least no one had walked in on them, Nancy thought to herself. But there wasn't much of a silver lining to this wasted day. For now she had to wash her face quickly and get her clothes back on, for now until she could change into something new. For the time being, Nancy promised herself if she had the opportunity again in the future, Sir Robert Schumacher was going to pay for this. Big time.