She will be shortly...

Ashley couldn't take her eyes off of the whorish site before her.

"I... really don't know. I need to get out of here."

She pushed her chair back abruptly and stood up.

"I hope you're proud of yourself Britney. I'm going to call your mother." Lash stood up with indignation on his face. He was quite the actor. "I'm sorry about this Ashley. Let me walk you out."

He put his arm around Ashley's shoulders as they walked towards Britney and the door. He flashed Britney a wicked grin as they passed. He plucked a hair from Ashley's head, but she didn't seem to notice. Britney knew that this could only mean disaster for Ashley and tried to call out a warning, but her dick gag spurted a fresh stream of jism to silence her.She tried to take a step towards them, but her cruel heels held her fast.

Lash opened the door for Ashley and she was almost out, when he pulled a lump of clay from his coat pocket.

"Hold on there miss, maybe a magic trick will take your mind off of the unpleasantness back there."

His hand manipulated the clay into a basic human figure quickly. He then took the hair and wrapped it around the clay figures neck.

"Abracadabra," he said, flashing the confused girl an unpleasant grin full of rotten teeth. Ashley didn't know how to respond to such a seemingly lame trick, or what the old man was trying to accomplish by it. Lash continued to grin. He held the figure towards her with one hand, and repositioned it's leg till it was sticking straight out to the front. Ashley let out a scream as her leg moved to mirror the clay figures.

"Oh yeah, I've still got it."

He proceeded to stroke the figure's crotch with a calloused finger, and knew his new **** could feel it by her frenzied struggle, her athletic leg still locked in space.

Lash grinned wider.

"And then there were two..."