Paco picked Chris back up and took him back up to the passenger seat. He tore a page of newsprint off of the newspaper and roughly used it to wipe the worst of the cum off Chris's ass, then threw him back into the passenger seat and shut the door.
In another moment, they were off and drove another couple of blocks until they reached a lit street corner. There were several women standing there dressed as prostitutes, but some of them were obviously men dressed as women.
"Here you go, bitch. This is Grand Central Station for the tranny chasers. I'm sure someone will be here to try your tight little ass before you know it. And remember what I said about running. Paco hates it when he has to kill the merchandise."
Chris reluctantly climbed out of the car and up onto the streetcorner. The other "girls" there seemed menacing and cynical, and they seemed to be not at all pleased to have new, younger competition.
Chris just tried to cower back against the building there, but the corner was lit enough that he was still in view.
Over the next 15 minutes, a couple of cars came and went, picking up girls and driving off, and then another car pulled up.
"Hey you -- new girl. I haven't seen you out here before. Come here."
Still terrified, Chris reluctantly walked over.
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