Yikes, Shorty was strong--stay where you are

Afraid of getting hit again, you stay in your place on your chest on the ground. Your skirt is bunched up arond your waist, leaving your ass exposed to the world.

After another moment of talking, Greasy calls someone on the phone and Shorty crouches by your head. "Well, JoAnne," he smiles, referencing the name on your panties, "we may not want to buy a trap whore, but Marco's callin' someone who does."

You stay silent, until Greasy hangs up and says, "He's in."

He leans in near you too, and says, "I have a friend. A rich friend. And he's into traps like you.

He's willing to pay a lot of money for every hour you spend with him. Of course, wme and Nicki will be taking a cut..."

"How--how much money?" you ask hesitantly.

"$300 an hour, double that if things get kinky."