She felt the billy club up against her thighs. Sex She ran and ran. Come ON sweetie. Please Open. Lisa took a whack to the head. The handcuffs clicked tight on one wrist and then wrapped around an old pole
then the other wrist was fastened. Come on spread them. SMAAACK. NOOOOO she screamed under the hood. Sarge slapped the Bitch ass on each cheek. Then her coat, top and bra. Lisa struggled to open the door. Where would she find help? Hooded up against the car she felt the hands up and down her thigh’s. Down the alley she ran to a cross alley. The car door opened and a man jumped out. Ok, spread those legs. Don’t hesitate, no regrets. OHHH. Lisa started to walk faster and faster. She found some old shoes and put on a coat
What was outside? Just another Whore, looks like a greaser down from Taylor Street. Lisa leaned forward handcuffed to the pole, naked, hooded in the dark alley. Heads, Heads, Tails. Oh am I glad to see you, I am…. Fucking Whore’s are not too smart. The car door opened and a man jumped out. Lamont would unlock her but it would be hard to
catch him by surprise.It was hard but she was patient.
