An alley off of Genessee Street

An alley off of Genessee Street.

You take Alexis to a bad part of town: run down apartments and busted up store fronts dot Genessee Street through the part of town that boomed before the factory got moved to Taiwan.

It’s slummy and depressing here, but there’s no police presence and you’ve run a fair amount of deals and exchanges here before, so you’re well protected from the local thugs and vagrant bums who would gleefully gang **** Alexis in a heartbeat.

Alexis has already finished a second bottle. It’s not that strong, but chugging two (and all the MDMA from before) should get her loosened up in a few minutes. Alexis is already starting to relax, slouching in her seat, her g-string clad cooter protruding out the bottom of the mini skirt.

“What’re we doing here?” Alexis asks, looking around warily. “I think I used to buy **** around here!”

Indubitably.

It’s great to have a rich, haughty, hot babe in a position like this: she’s solo and totally reliant on you. Instinctively, she knows if you ditch her she’s going to be like a lamb in a meat grinder, and that makes her want to please you more.

“Just want to straighten a few things out here.” You kill the engine after pulling into a dark, empty alleyway.