Yes, he forks over a thousand

The man fumbled with his wallet, pulling out a thick wad of notes. He counted out a thousand pounds, his hands trembling as he passed it to Harry. "A thousand," he whispered, as if the words themselves were a confession. "Just... just get me in."

Harry pocketed the cash with a cool smile. "A pleasure doing business with you. Now, let's get you to that party." A quick stop at a dress shop got Harry a simple dress to make her look less like a lady of the night. Then they head off to their next seedier location.

He led them to a nondescript industrial estate, the kind of place that looked abandoned during the day but came alive after dark. He knocked on a metal door, a complicated pattern that Harry filed away for future reference. The door slid open, revealing a world of throbbing bass and writhing bodies.

The party was a sensory overload. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, perfume, and something more primal. The room was a maze of velvet couches, dark corners, and stages where couples and groups performed for an eager audience.

Harry's client was immediately swallowed by the crowd, but she didn't care. She was on the hunt. She moved through the room with a predatory grace, her eyes scanning for men with that same desperate, hopeful look she'd seen on her client's face.

She found them huddled near the bar, their whispers a mix of envy and frustration. They were the spectators, the ones on the outside looking in. Harry approached, a siren in a sea of sin.

"Having trouble finding a wet hole?" she asked, her voice a velvet caress. A crude remark to the fact that they aren't getting laid at the moment while being spectators at the wives, girlfriends, single women, and probably paid hookers. She would take a gamble that they use them to hook in other powerful single men. "Not enough holes to go around."

One of them, a man with a silver watch and a desperate glint in his eye, turned to her. "Who are you?"

"I'm the key," Harry said simply. "For the right price, I take you all on. Four guys right. Why don't you give me four hundred in total and I'll let you fuck me. If not then I can go over to that lovely couple and join them for free."

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