Wolk
The howny wabbit
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Jack Hammer was doing quite nicely for himself. He was a star winger for the city's beloved pro hockey club, a job that brought him both fame and money aplenty. He was athletic, naturally, but also handsome. All six feet of his muscly physique.
One thing he did not have, though, was a wife or a girlfriend. Instead, he found kicks in picking up streetgirls and taking them to his bungalow, which he kept just for that purpose. He would pay them plenty more than they ever could hope to get and in return get everything he wanted and more. No headaches, no 'not in the moods', no commitment. Just plain hot sex.
Now, once again, he was driving about his favorite street in the red light district. He only picked them up here because he knew this part was run by the girls themselves. Wannabe pimps regularly showed their faces here, trying to intimidate the girls and take part of the profits away, but they banded together and collectively beat the crooks. Still, it was very tough for them, like one of the girls told him. Since he heard, Jack decided to support them by taking his business to them every time. Not that he was losing anything. The selection was as fantastic as anywhere, and he could always find someone he really wanted. Soon he came to be recognized by some as a regular, which offered a lot of advantages.
The luxurious BMW slowly crept along the street ligned up with women in incredibly slutty clothes. It wasn't even twenty seconds for Jack when he felt himself getting a massive erection at the sights of all those hot legs in tight miniskirts and stockings, big tits in skimpy low tops threatening to spill out, the abundance of makeup and the oh so suggestive moves and looks they all sent at him. Expensive car ment a lot of money and so most girls tried hard to be liked.
Soon he thought he found what he was looking for. A pair of girls with angelic faces, but incredible bodies. These were the two he never saw before and they looked yummy enough to eat whole. Jack stopped and pointed at them, then beaconed them to come with his finger. He looked at another woman nearby whom he knew well. She nodded, signaling the pair was OK. Not undercover cops, infected, or something like that. She also approached the girls from behind and whispered something into their ears, which sent a pair of huge smiles on their lips. Apparently, Jack was getting a good rep.
Jack waited, looking at the open passenger side window, curious how they would present themselves and what they'd do to convince him he wanted them and not someone else.
One thing he did not have, though, was a wife or a girlfriend. Instead, he found kicks in picking up streetgirls and taking them to his bungalow, which he kept just for that purpose. He would pay them plenty more than they ever could hope to get and in return get everything he wanted and more. No headaches, no 'not in the moods', no commitment. Just plain hot sex.
Now, once again, he was driving about his favorite street in the red light district. He only picked them up here because he knew this part was run by the girls themselves. Wannabe pimps regularly showed their faces here, trying to intimidate the girls and take part of the profits away, but they banded together and collectively beat the crooks. Still, it was very tough for them, like one of the girls told him. Since he heard, Jack decided to support them by taking his business to them every time. Not that he was losing anything. The selection was as fantastic as anywhere, and he could always find someone he really wanted. Soon he came to be recognized by some as a regular, which offered a lot of advantages.
The luxurious BMW slowly crept along the street ligned up with women in incredibly slutty clothes. It wasn't even twenty seconds for Jack when he felt himself getting a massive erection at the sights of all those hot legs in tight miniskirts and stockings, big tits in skimpy low tops threatening to spill out, the abundance of makeup and the oh so suggestive moves and looks they all sent at him. Expensive car ment a lot of money and so most girls tried hard to be liked.
Soon he thought he found what he was looking for. A pair of girls with angelic faces, but incredible bodies. These were the two he never saw before and they looked yummy enough to eat whole. Jack stopped and pointed at them, then beaconed them to come with his finger. He looked at another woman nearby whom he knew well. She nodded, signaling the pair was OK. Not undercover cops, infected, or something like that. She also approached the girls from behind and whispered something into their ears, which sent a pair of huge smiles on their lips. Apparently, Jack was getting a good rep.
Jack waited, looking at the open passenger side window, curious how they would present themselves and what they'd do to convince him he wanted them and not someone else.