Ivory sends her regard, bitch.

As she slid on the tight pants she’d been wearing before she sold herself for a miniskirt and bra, Ebony stuttered insults and thanks to the absent Ivory. Finally as she pulled the tight sweater on over her cum-stained bra and grabbed the leather rag that had cleaned her up (and which used to be a mini-skirt), she turned to Richter, “Ivory set me up?” she asked, stalking forward, squishing as the cum filling her slipped around, held inside only by her panties.

“Yes. She wanted to make sure you held up your end and that you banged fewer guys than she did. Apparently she’s got a spot she can bang six black guys and win your bet.”

“I’ll have to find some way to pay the bitch back,” Ebony muttered, energy draining out of her as she realized how thoroughly she’d been beaten (and fucked).

“Want some help?” Richter asked.

“I can’t trust you,” Ebony replied, no longer angry, at least with him. A good fuck always drained the anger outta her and she’d just had a GREAT fuck, even if it was going to end up costing her.

“Why not? I held up my end of our deal, you got the clothes. I held up my end of my deal with Ivory, you got fucked by five white guys and you can’t tell me you’re sorry about either.”

“No…” Ebony admitted. “But I don’t want to have to pay that bitch five hundred bucks, not even for a fuck that good.”

“That’s good, ‘cause I’m not keen on having that bimbo as my pimp. I know where she’s going to stop to get some liquid courage. The bathroom is quite roomy, but only lets one person in at a time, locks nicely, soundproof and no one’s going to ask any questions if we put up an Out-Of-Order sign, like,” he pulled a piece of paper, “this one.”

“Good plan. We’d need to keep her in there until she paid up, of course,” Ebony agreed.

“Of course, there’s the question of what’s in it for me?” Richter asked.

“Besides getting to **** my friend until she agrees to pay up, and half the money?” Ebony asked, not bothering with seduction.

“Oh please, fucking Ivory requires five seconds of thought and a stupid story. Fun though that is, she bores me, though I won’t say no to fucking her ass until she passes out.”

“And two hundred and fifty bucks ain’t enough?”

“To risk a **** charge? No.”

“Oh, please, she tries shit with us, we’ll screw her over in turn,” Ebony countered.

“I don’t want the cash, I want something else.”

“And what’s that?” Ebony asked.