Sapphire Sirens Savoring Secret Sins

“Bravo! XXX So, uh, about the money…”
She passed me a crisp new hundred. With bright red soles, her black and white three-inch pumps were obviously from Louis Vuitton. I ducked and kicked his ankle to distract him, then grabbed his wrist. It’s big around as my wrist! = = =
I wondered what the fuck the absurdly hot thirty-something blonde was doing, parking a brand-new gold Lamborghini under an overpass in the worst part of town, in one of the worst cities in the country. Would you have lunch with me? A hundred dollars if you take off your pants and underwear.”
“I want it all, bitch!” He waved the knife around and walked toward her.