Left Behind

Lamar was in a foul mood. He'd had two white girls, one of which had promise, and two of which had more promise as a package deal. But Betsy was off the pole, and now he just had Hope. She was pleasant to look at, pleasing enough, and sucked cock well enough. But she was boring, and that was an unwelcome commodity in the business of peddling flesh.

"Devonte?" Lamar said, and the bouncer slipped off the wall and approached him.

"Yes?" Devonte asked. He didn't work for Lamar, technically ... he worked for the boss, and that made him a **** to reckon with carefully.

"After Hope finishes her shift, start transitioning her to escort work," Lamar said.

"Off Prince Street, or the motel?" Devonte asked. Prince Street was where the high charging girls went. The motel was the scummy work.

"The motel. And get out to campus tomorrow, and recruit some new white girls."