He samples the goods

"Well," Luther looked her over again. "Maybe I can. Say, what are your rates?"

"My... rates?" she stared, then with pleasure realized he thought she was a model. "Well it depends what you want me to do," she cooed mischeviously. Work them, she thought, as if Katrina was in the room whispering in her ear.

"Oh, it's not a real card, but I whipped this up; it's got my info," she said, tearing one of the pages of contact info she'd made in Bobby's notepad.

Luther looked briefly at the page, noting the stencil of a girl's wide-spread legs and the rates. Figuring the forty was for pussy he pulled out his wallet, inserted her amateurish note inside and pulled out two twenties.

"Well, here's a little something for you," he winked, tucking a pair of twenties into her stocking.

Luther's fingers inadvertantly pushed the stockings down just a bit, which tugged on her nipples even more, making her objections too belated to be believable.

"Oh, that's not... oh!" she gasped, as the man's hand darted under her skirt and dove into her pussy.

Very well-used, he thought with amazement. His fingers entered without the slightest resistance, and what was this metal thing dangling between her legs, he wondered.

"Nice," he said, tugging until a large gold-painted steel dollar-sign came into view, confirming his suspicions.

Rachel let out another 'oh' at the tugs. With the dollar-sign key-ring attached to her clit each pull went straight to her core, and Luther seemed to love tugging on in.

"I probably...." Rachel began, then lost track of what he'd been about to say, and groaned instead. Her pussy and ass might be sore, but her clit wasn't, and the light tugging actually felt good.

When he whipped out his dick she bit back a sigh, resigned to giving up the goods yet again. She was turned, pushed up against the counter, and in one easy push Luther was inside her well-travelled pussy.

Heaven, Luther thought. Between the sloppiness and the looseness and the trashiness he felt like he was fucking his dream girl. Screw tight pussies, he loved how her walls seemed to barely touch his dick. The feather-light brushes just emphasized what a whore she was and how far she'd fallen.

It didn't take Luther long to finish in Rachel, for which she was grateful. At first she hardly even realized he was in and thought he must have a ridiculously small penis. When she felt the spurting of his seed just a couple minutes later she almost sighed out loud in relief, but kept a smile on her face instead, and faked a few moans.

"Wow, that was great!" she lied.

"Yeah," he gasped, winded by the brief fucking. It was almost embarrassing how quickly she'd made him come, but being such a pro she probably wasn't surprised. "Hey, I've got some friends who'd love you. I bet they could give you some work."