Chapter 225 Let Go Or Get Roasted

• The man’s pen paused. His smile tightened into something uglier. "Feisty. I like that… until I don’t.” He tapped the pen against his lips, considering.
• “Tell you what. I’ll make it easy. Five hundred dollars. Each. Cash or check, your choice. All you have to do is be good little whores, bend over, and let me show you what a real man can do.”
• He patted his substantial belly with a self-satisfied smirk. “Don’t let this stomach fool you, sweetheart. I’ve got stamina for days.”