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Velvet
Sandra did well at the brothel on Gladstone Street. Her name and her mysterious appearance were a real money-spinner. She took up sex-work because she could do it at night while her husband looked after their toddler.
She was nervous on her first night because she hadn’t worked in the sex industry since before she’d had the baby. But her fears were dispelled on her first night when she discovered how horny the breast milk that oozed from her forty-inch bust made her clients. She was even happier when she quickly realised that she could charge extra money for it. It became a regular fifty-dollar-on-top fantasy for her clients. That, and, getting guys up twice within the hour and letting them shoot their second load – usually a bucket full, all over her face.
Whatever fantasy money any of the girls charged on top was all theirs – the establishment took fifty-per cent of the standard client fee.
‘If you're thinking of going out street-walking or making your own arrangements with clients, please don't - the extra money is not worth the risk’ the Madam always said, ‘it’s way too dangerous!’
Sandra thought so too until she met the middle-aged, divorced public servant, Marc Brown. He came every second Thursday for his regular two hours.
Unusually for a white guy, Marc Brown had a huge cock – almost 9 inches long and beautifully thick. His divorce had sent him broke so he wasn’t seeing anyone - when he turned up at the brothel he was incredibly horny. Marc had done the rounds of Canberra's brothels and Sandra was by far the best value among the Fyshwick sex-workers in 1991. Sandra had a knock-out body, slim, firm, leggy and busty - under a nice face and long, dyed-blonde hair. Sandra’s working name was Velvet. Both Velvet by name and Velvet by nature – the inside of her tight pussy and her generous mouth were pure velvet – plush, soft and firm at the same time – sensual and stylish – regal and slutty all rolled into one.
Every second Thursday she would wrap those luscious lips of hers around his cock, at least three sometimes four times in two hours. It was pure ecstasy for both of them! Expensive for Marc, but ecstasy none the less. Their routine rarely changed - first up she’d get him stiff and ride him till he blew his load. Then, after a quick massage, she would get him hard again with her mouth, ride him again, until he was just about to blow and then whip his cock out at the last second, slip underneath him and take the second, bigger load, all over her face. This drove him wild. She usually managed to get him up again twice in the second hour too.
Marc Brown had been asking Sandra for some time now if she’d consider meeting him outside of the brothel.
‘You know me now,’ he coaxed, ‘you know I’m safe. You can get your husband to drop you off at my place in O’Connor and pick you up a few hours later. You’d get to keep all the money – make it four hundred for three hours! How’s that sound?’ he asked.
Sandra scrunched her nose. ‘Still not really worth it, given what I can earn here in a night! I mostly take home a lot more than that, even allowing for the brothel cut’ she smiled.
‘What if I made it worthwhile?’ He pleaded.
‘How?’ she laughed, and walked off to the shower.
‘I know some friends who are interested’ he called, ‘but they're married and too paranoid to come to a brothel. I could line something up with them at my place!’
‘Maybe’ Sandra called above the shower, ‘you’d have to know more than a few guys though!’
‘How many?’ he asked when she came out of the bathroom.
‘Mm…’ she dropped the towel and started picking up her clothes, ‘you’d have to get at least four guys and I’d want two-hundred and fifty per guy for two hours. For that, I’ll fuck them all twice and for the finale everyone can cum on my face.’
‘So,’ Marc tilted his head to one side, ‘four guys and me you mean?’
‘Yes, that’s right. So that will be twelve-hundred dollars for the session and you can have a discount!’ she winked, ‘and, I want the money up front. Deal works the same as an escort, only I call my husband when I get inside, he checks that I am safe and I collect the money upfront – OK?’
‘Sure,’ Marc scribbled on a piece of paper, ‘I’ll give you my number and you can give me a call next Wednesday and I’ll tell you where and when. Sound OK?’ he handed her the paper.
‘See how you go’ Sandra said as she escorted him out of the room.
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Sandra's husband was always keen to fuck her after her night session at the Brothel. He would pump away on his sexy wife while she enjoyed a cigarette and described, in lurid detail, exactly what had happened during her night's work. Tonight he was especially excited as Sandra outlined the possible gang-bang she'd been offered. ‘I’m not sure if he will really be able to get it happening?’ Sandra said to her husband, as they changed position to start fucking doggy style, ‘I’m not sure if he really knows four guys who all want to cheat on their wives so publicly, but we’ll see! Could be very lucrative!’
‘You could be surprised!’ her husband said, as he slid his cock into her sloppy pussy, ‘at how many boring wives there really are out there and how many guys would just kill to cum on their partner’s face or have someone like you swallow their load for them. Heaps of chicks don’t do that, just for the record.’
‘Really?’ Sandra laughed, ‘then maybe there will be some men out there who want to shed buckets of cum for buckets of money! We can go on a family holiday to Fiji with the proceeds, if I get a few of these nights!’ But he wasn't listening, instead he was groaning in ecstasy while Sandra received her tenth cum-load for the night.
Sandra called Marc the following Wednesday evening.
‘It’s on’ he enthused, ‘tomorrow night – four guys plus me!’
‘Really?’ Sandra was still half expecting it not to happen and was planning on going to work at Fyshwick as usual.
‘Yeah…’ Marc cleared his throat, ‘well that’s what you asked for isn’t it? Four guys plus me, two-hundred and fifty each, twelve hundred up-front – that’s right, isn’t it?’ his voice quivered. ‘Don’t say you can’t come or these guys will….’
Sandra was already sunbaking on a beach in Fiji with her husband while the toddler played in the sand.
‘I’ll see you tomorrow night at seven’ she smiled, ‘what’s the address?’
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Although the guys could hardly wait to get Sandra’s clothes off, no matter what she wore, she always went to some trouble to dress up. It made a lot of difference to her earnings she was convinced. Sandra learnt a long time ago too that men love women who look like a class-act in public and act like a whore in private.
‘I’ll call you as soon as I get there and have met the guys and got the money’ she said to her husband, ‘I’ll say the address out loud and give you a time to expect me home. I'll also give you the phone number and you phone straight back to check and, again, ten minutes before I’m due to leave.’
He nodded. ‘Remember I’m only ten minutes away! And, just walk out at any time if you think something is not right!’
‘No worries’ she smiled. ‘We have Marc’s address, his number, his number plate, his work card…so, I think I’ll be safe.’
Sandra set off on the short drive and parked the car just around the corner from the address she had already checked out earlier that day. It was a quiet winter night in the suburbs as she approached the block of apartments next to the shops.
Sandra knocked on the door. Marc looked relieved.
‘How are you sexy?’ he beamed.
Sandra stepped in to see four nervous guys trying to look cool and casual. All middle-age, all slightly pudgy from sitting in an office all day and all incredibly horny and trying not to show it.
Marc did introductions. Brad, Kevin, Joe and Matt. Sandra made a point of smiling into all their eyes like they were really something special, even though they were virtually indistinguishable from the average Tom, Dick or Harry. She made a quick assessment that Brad and Matt probably have small cocks, because they are pretty-boys (or were once), Joe is most likely long and thin, like himself and Kevin, the shy one of the four will be a dark horse, or a thick cock – same thing.
‘So, let me get the business transaction out of the way’ she smiled, ‘and then we can start the fun’ she pouted her full, painted lips at all five.
‘I got it all sorted’ Marc stepped forward with an envelope, ‘money’s in there’ he handed it to Sandra, ‘count it first.’
Sandra took the envelope and counted out the notes. ‘OK, good’ she said folding the twelve hundred back into the envelope. ‘I’ll call my husband and let him know to call back in two hours.’
Sandra made a quick call. Marc hustled the guys off to the open lounge room.
‘Don’t worry about the small talk with this girl’ he said, ‘she’s not interested either. Just get your clothes off and get ready for the experience of your life. I’ll guarantee you never knew how many buckets of sperm you had in you until this slut blows you!’
Sandra walked in just as Marc dropped his pants. Wordlessly, she knelt down and started sucking his wide cock. She heard the other guys gasp. Marc’s cock went instantly hard. Sandra made loud, deliberate sucking sounds. She could hear the other guys jerking off behind her.
When she stood back up again there were four rock hard cocks pointing straight at her. She was right in her earlier summation. Matt and Brad were small and must have relied on their good looks when they were younger; Joe’s cock was a beanpole, like himself; and Kevin’s weapon was generous and thick.
Sandra did a strip tease dance to get the rest of her clothes off. By this time the guys were salivating. Sandra had one more trick to play, she insisted that condoms be worn during vaginal sex. All the guy's heads nodded in assent. Sandra laughed "since you've agreed, it means you wear condoms when you fuck around. Which means you don't have to with me - you're all welcome to take me bareback tonight!". A little cheer rippled around the room.
Marc wanted to assert his Alpha-male status and start the gangbang. Sandra chuckled to herself at how groups of men will always defer to the biggest dick - Marc lay down on the lounge and Sandra genuinely groaned as she mounted his cock and slowly slid down the thick shaft. She started to fuck him, slowly at first, before gaining momentum. The other guys moved in close – each one rock hard. She reached for Brad’s tiny cock as she was riding Marc and started stroking him. Brad accidentally lost his load.
‘Never mind darling’ Sandra said, 'I’ll soon get you up again'.
Marc soon came in Sandra's cunt. Sandra wasted no time in moving in on Joe’s long thin penis.
‘Take me from behind Joe’ she said and I’ll suck you off Matt’.
Joe moved behind her and started pumping frantically. Matt’s stiff cock went into her mouth. Sandra loved this set-up because as Joe fucked, each cock-thrust pushed her mouth entirely over Matt's little dick. Then, as Sandra naturally rocked backwards, the whole cycle repeated itself. It was so easy - she had nothing to do but prop herself up on her hands and knees. Sandra came twice before Joe and Matt blew within seconds of each other – Joe in her pussy, Matt in her mouth and on her face.
She reached for Kevin’s thick cock. ‘Next, I want Kevin to fuck me from behind, while I get you hard again Brad.’ Brad was already half-way to stiff when Sandra swallowed his cock. Kevin fucked from behind. She sucked Brad’s cock dry and Kevin exploded inside her pussy.
Everybody needed a break. Sandra laid back on the lounge and lit a cigarette - Marc and Brad stifled a muffled laugh. Sandra realised that the boys were all amused by the enormous puddle of thick white cum forming underneath her - 'well that's the biggest creampie I've ever seen - though to be expected, I suppose - I've already had three of you cum inside my pussy'.
Marc brought out a Polaroid camera and each of the guys got signed photos of themselves with 'Velvet' and her cum-spattered mouth and pussy.
As Sandra lit a second cigarette, Kevin - feeling bolder - sat with her and lit up too. They chatted a moment while their hands searched each other. As soon as they started to kiss, Kevin's rod was instantly pointing to the ceiling. Sandra whispered to Kevin 'please let me have some Polaroids - just you and me - so I can finger myself over you later!' He agreed, of course - and Marc shot four very erotic action shots of the horny couple in action. Sandra was pleased - she had no inclination to view porn, but her husband would be absolutely agog at these images of his wife being fucked by an enormous cock, as a cigarette dangled from her sexy lips.
The second session was a marathon. Each guy got to fuck her twice while she blew another one. For the finale, Sandra took all five cocks at the same time: two men just managed to squeeze into her cunt - Marc from behind and Joe from the front - while she sucked off Kevin and gave Brad and Matt hand jobs. That way she could bring them all to orgasm at the same time - as promised, Sandra received each of the guy's final load all across her pretty face. After all the huge groans and the ropes and ropes of sperm, Sandra's face and hair was left completely covered in baby-batter.
The phone rang just as Sandra was getting dressed again. Marc answered.
‘It’s your husband’ he said breathlessly.
Sandra went to the phone. ‘All good’ she assured, ‘be home in about twenty minutes’.
She went back to the lounge room and finished dressing. The guys were still panting.
‘Want to do this again, sometime?’ Matt heaved.
The others all nodded.
‘I can host again!’ Marc said eagerly.
‘We’ll see!’ Sandra shrugged as she pulled on her high heels.
‘How ‘bout next month, same time?’ Marc prompted.
‘Yeah…’ guys all nodded.
‘Make a booking through Marc’ she still didn’t look up.
Marc saw her to the door. ‘They loved it!’ he said. ‘I reckon I can organise it again for next month – easy!’
‘Come and see me when you have it lined up’ Sandra said walking out the door.
‘Promise’ he called after her.
‘Wow’ Sandra heard him say from the landing when the door was closed, ‘how many buckets of sperm did we dump tonight?’
Sandra ran down the stairs thinking: how many buckets of money is that worth?
She drove home planning a holiday to Fiji.
Sandra did well at the brothel on Gladstone Street. Her name and her mysterious appearance were a real money-spinner. She took up sex-work because she could do it at night while her husband looked after their toddler.
She was nervous on her first night because she hadn’t worked in the sex industry since before she’d had the baby. But her fears were dispelled on her first night when she discovered how horny the breast milk that oozed from her forty-inch bust made her clients. She was even happier when she quickly realised that she could charge extra money for it. It became a regular fifty-dollar-on-top fantasy for her clients. That, and, getting guys up twice within the hour and letting them shoot their second load – usually a bucket full, all over her face.
Whatever fantasy money any of the girls charged on top was all theirs – the establishment took fifty-per cent of the standard client fee.
‘If you're thinking of going out street-walking or making your own arrangements with clients, please don't - the extra money is not worth the risk’ the Madam always said, ‘it’s way too dangerous!’
Sandra thought so too until she met the middle-aged, divorced public servant, Marc Brown. He came every second Thursday for his regular two hours.
Unusually for a white guy, Marc Brown had a huge cock – almost 9 inches long and beautifully thick. His divorce had sent him broke so he wasn’t seeing anyone - when he turned up at the brothel he was incredibly horny. Marc had done the rounds of Canberra's brothels and Sandra was by far the best value among the Fyshwick sex-workers in 1991. Sandra had a knock-out body, slim, firm, leggy and busty - under a nice face and long, dyed-blonde hair. Sandra’s working name was Velvet. Both Velvet by name and Velvet by nature – the inside of her tight pussy and her generous mouth were pure velvet – plush, soft and firm at the same time – sensual and stylish – regal and slutty all rolled into one.
Every second Thursday she would wrap those luscious lips of hers around his cock, at least three sometimes four times in two hours. It was pure ecstasy for both of them! Expensive for Marc, but ecstasy none the less. Their routine rarely changed - first up she’d get him stiff and ride him till he blew his load. Then, after a quick massage, she would get him hard again with her mouth, ride him again, until he was just about to blow and then whip his cock out at the last second, slip underneath him and take the second, bigger load, all over her face. This drove him wild. She usually managed to get him up again twice in the second hour too.
Marc Brown had been asking Sandra for some time now if she’d consider meeting him outside of the brothel.
‘You know me now,’ he coaxed, ‘you know I’m safe. You can get your husband to drop you off at my place in O’Connor and pick you up a few hours later. You’d get to keep all the money – make it four hundred for three hours! How’s that sound?’ he asked.
Sandra scrunched her nose. ‘Still not really worth it, given what I can earn here in a night! I mostly take home a lot more than that, even allowing for the brothel cut’ she smiled.
‘What if I made it worthwhile?’ He pleaded.
‘How?’ she laughed, and walked off to the shower.
‘I know some friends who are interested’ he called, ‘but they're married and too paranoid to come to a brothel. I could line something up with them at my place!’
‘Maybe’ Sandra called above the shower, ‘you’d have to know more than a few guys though!’
‘How many?’ he asked when she came out of the bathroom.
‘Mm…’ she dropped the towel and started picking up her clothes, ‘you’d have to get at least four guys and I’d want two-hundred and fifty per guy for two hours. For that, I’ll fuck them all twice and for the finale everyone can cum on my face.’
‘So,’ Marc tilted his head to one side, ‘four guys and me you mean?’
‘Yes, that’s right. So that will be twelve-hundred dollars for the session and you can have a discount!’ she winked, ‘and, I want the money up front. Deal works the same as an escort, only I call my husband when I get inside, he checks that I am safe and I collect the money upfront – OK?’
‘Sure,’ Marc scribbled on a piece of paper, ‘I’ll give you my number and you can give me a call next Wednesday and I’ll tell you where and when. Sound OK?’ he handed her the paper.
‘See how you go’ Sandra said as she escorted him out of the room.
**************************
Sandra's husband was always keen to fuck her after her night session at the Brothel. He would pump away on his sexy wife while she enjoyed a cigarette and described, in lurid detail, exactly what had happened during her night's work. Tonight he was especially excited as Sandra outlined the possible gang-bang she'd been offered. ‘I’m not sure if he will really be able to get it happening?’ Sandra said to her husband, as they changed position to start fucking doggy style, ‘I’m not sure if he really knows four guys who all want to cheat on their wives so publicly, but we’ll see! Could be very lucrative!’
‘You could be surprised!’ her husband said, as he slid his cock into her sloppy pussy, ‘at how many boring wives there really are out there and how many guys would just kill to cum on their partner’s face or have someone like you swallow their load for them. Heaps of chicks don’t do that, just for the record.’
‘Really?’ Sandra laughed, ‘then maybe there will be some men out there who want to shed buckets of cum for buckets of money! We can go on a family holiday to Fiji with the proceeds, if I get a few of these nights!’ But he wasn't listening, instead he was groaning in ecstasy while Sandra received her tenth cum-load for the night.
Sandra called Marc the following Wednesday evening.
‘It’s on’ he enthused, ‘tomorrow night – four guys plus me!’
‘Really?’ Sandra was still half expecting it not to happen and was planning on going to work at Fyshwick as usual.
‘Yeah…’ Marc cleared his throat, ‘well that’s what you asked for isn’t it? Four guys plus me, two-hundred and fifty each, twelve hundred up-front – that’s right, isn’t it?’ his voice quivered. ‘Don’t say you can’t come or these guys will….’
Sandra was already sunbaking on a beach in Fiji with her husband while the toddler played in the sand.
‘I’ll see you tomorrow night at seven’ she smiled, ‘what’s the address?’
***************************
Although the guys could hardly wait to get Sandra’s clothes off, no matter what she wore, she always went to some trouble to dress up. It made a lot of difference to her earnings she was convinced. Sandra learnt a long time ago too that men love women who look like a class-act in public and act like a whore in private.
‘I’ll call you as soon as I get there and have met the guys and got the money’ she said to her husband, ‘I’ll say the address out loud and give you a time to expect me home. I'll also give you the phone number and you phone straight back to check and, again, ten minutes before I’m due to leave.’
He nodded. ‘Remember I’m only ten minutes away! And, just walk out at any time if you think something is not right!’
‘No worries’ she smiled. ‘We have Marc’s address, his number, his number plate, his work card…so, I think I’ll be safe.’
Sandra set off on the short drive and parked the car just around the corner from the address she had already checked out earlier that day. It was a quiet winter night in the suburbs as she approached the block of apartments next to the shops.
Sandra knocked on the door. Marc looked relieved.
‘How are you sexy?’ he beamed.
Sandra stepped in to see four nervous guys trying to look cool and casual. All middle-age, all slightly pudgy from sitting in an office all day and all incredibly horny and trying not to show it.
Marc did introductions. Brad, Kevin, Joe and Matt. Sandra made a point of smiling into all their eyes like they were really something special, even though they were virtually indistinguishable from the average Tom, Dick or Harry. She made a quick assessment that Brad and Matt probably have small cocks, because they are pretty-boys (or were once), Joe is most likely long and thin, like himself and Kevin, the shy one of the four will be a dark horse, or a thick cock – same thing.
‘So, let me get the business transaction out of the way’ she smiled, ‘and then we can start the fun’ she pouted her full, painted lips at all five.
‘I got it all sorted’ Marc stepped forward with an envelope, ‘money’s in there’ he handed it to Sandra, ‘count it first.’
Sandra took the envelope and counted out the notes. ‘OK, good’ she said folding the twelve hundred back into the envelope. ‘I’ll call my husband and let him know to call back in two hours.’
Sandra made a quick call. Marc hustled the guys off to the open lounge room.
‘Don’t worry about the small talk with this girl’ he said, ‘she’s not interested either. Just get your clothes off and get ready for the experience of your life. I’ll guarantee you never knew how many buckets of sperm you had in you until this slut blows you!’
Sandra walked in just as Marc dropped his pants. Wordlessly, she knelt down and started sucking his wide cock. She heard the other guys gasp. Marc’s cock went instantly hard. Sandra made loud, deliberate sucking sounds. She could hear the other guys jerking off behind her.
When she stood back up again there were four rock hard cocks pointing straight at her. She was right in her earlier summation. Matt and Brad were small and must have relied on their good looks when they were younger; Joe’s cock was a beanpole, like himself; and Kevin’s weapon was generous and thick.
Sandra did a strip tease dance to get the rest of her clothes off. By this time the guys were salivating. Sandra had one more trick to play, she insisted that condoms be worn during vaginal sex. All the guy's heads nodded in assent. Sandra laughed "since you've agreed, it means you wear condoms when you fuck around. Which means you don't have to with me - you're all welcome to take me bareback tonight!". A little cheer rippled around the room.
Marc wanted to assert his Alpha-male status and start the gangbang. Sandra chuckled to herself at how groups of men will always defer to the biggest dick - Marc lay down on the lounge and Sandra genuinely groaned as she mounted his cock and slowly slid down the thick shaft. She started to fuck him, slowly at first, before gaining momentum. The other guys moved in close – each one rock hard. She reached for Brad’s tiny cock as she was riding Marc and started stroking him. Brad accidentally lost his load.
‘Never mind darling’ Sandra said, 'I’ll soon get you up again'.
Marc soon came in Sandra's cunt. Sandra wasted no time in moving in on Joe’s long thin penis.
‘Take me from behind Joe’ she said and I’ll suck you off Matt’.
Joe moved behind her and started pumping frantically. Matt’s stiff cock went into her mouth. Sandra loved this set-up because as Joe fucked, each cock-thrust pushed her mouth entirely over Matt's little dick. Then, as Sandra naturally rocked backwards, the whole cycle repeated itself. It was so easy - she had nothing to do but prop herself up on her hands and knees. Sandra came twice before Joe and Matt blew within seconds of each other – Joe in her pussy, Matt in her mouth and on her face.
She reached for Kevin’s thick cock. ‘Next, I want Kevin to fuck me from behind, while I get you hard again Brad.’ Brad was already half-way to stiff when Sandra swallowed his cock. Kevin fucked from behind. She sucked Brad’s cock dry and Kevin exploded inside her pussy.
Everybody needed a break. Sandra laid back on the lounge and lit a cigarette - Marc and Brad stifled a muffled laugh. Sandra realised that the boys were all amused by the enormous puddle of thick white cum forming underneath her - 'well that's the biggest creampie I've ever seen - though to be expected, I suppose - I've already had three of you cum inside my pussy'.
Marc brought out a Polaroid camera and each of the guys got signed photos of themselves with 'Velvet' and her cum-spattered mouth and pussy.
As Sandra lit a second cigarette, Kevin - feeling bolder - sat with her and lit up too. They chatted a moment while their hands searched each other. As soon as they started to kiss, Kevin's rod was instantly pointing to the ceiling. Sandra whispered to Kevin 'please let me have some Polaroids - just you and me - so I can finger myself over you later!' He agreed, of course - and Marc shot four very erotic action shots of the horny couple in action. Sandra was pleased - she had no inclination to view porn, but her husband would be absolutely agog at these images of his wife being fucked by an enormous cock, as a cigarette dangled from her sexy lips.
The second session was a marathon. Each guy got to fuck her twice while she blew another one. For the finale, Sandra took all five cocks at the same time: two men just managed to squeeze into her cunt - Marc from behind and Joe from the front - while she sucked off Kevin and gave Brad and Matt hand jobs. That way she could bring them all to orgasm at the same time - as promised, Sandra received each of the guy's final load all across her pretty face. After all the huge groans and the ropes and ropes of sperm, Sandra's face and hair was left completely covered in baby-batter.
The phone rang just as Sandra was getting dressed again. Marc answered.
‘It’s your husband’ he said breathlessly.
Sandra went to the phone. ‘All good’ she assured, ‘be home in about twenty minutes’.
She went back to the lounge room and finished dressing. The guys were still panting.
‘Want to do this again, sometime?’ Matt heaved.
The others all nodded.
‘I can host again!’ Marc said eagerly.
‘We’ll see!’ Sandra shrugged as she pulled on her high heels.
‘How ‘bout next month, same time?’ Marc prompted.
‘Yeah…’ guys all nodded.
‘Make a booking through Marc’ she still didn’t look up.
Marc saw her to the door. ‘They loved it!’ he said. ‘I reckon I can organise it again for next month – easy!’
‘Come and see me when you have it lined up’ Sandra said walking out the door.
‘Promise’ he called after her.
‘Wow’ Sandra heard him say from the landing when the door was closed, ‘how many buckets of sperm did we dump tonight?’
Sandra ran down the stairs thinking: how many buckets of money is that worth?
She drove home planning a holiday to Fiji.
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