"Like what?" she asked, pretending her voice wasn't shaking.
"A helping hand, say?" the second winked, rubbing his crotch.
"Hey, great idea! You can help both of us," the other agreed.
Bria frowned. "I'm not a whore."
"Of course not!"
"No one said you were," the second agreed.
"It's just a trade."
"What kind of a trade?" she asked suspiciously.
The first one shrugged, the second grinned. They both grabbed their crotches in eerie synchronization.
"I'm not fucking you," she protested. They just smiled.
"Not fucking. We just need a hand. You know, like the handjob you gave across the street?"
Bria froze. They saw?
The first guy shrugged, holding up a camera. "You're in Hollywood, baby. Cameras everywhere. So how about it?"
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