“Lets call it hostess,” he replied. I knew what hostess work was. I knew too, that if he was paying that amount of money it would be a hardcore sh...ot. I looked at Gerry, but the bastard just looked away.I hesitated, examining the options. I’d done hardcore twice, no three times before. It wasn’t what I wanted, or liked to do. But, and a big but. I needed the money. I’d be walking out of here tomorrow with three grand, maybe more. But did I need the money that badly?I made my mind up, quickly.. .As I suck his cock deep into my mouth, I feel a pair of hands, sliding over the cheeks of my ass, under my little pvc skirt, I push my ass out to invite more attention, as I do I feel one hand slide between my thighs, opening my legs his fingers immediately hook my panties out of the way. In seconds I feel gentle pressure of his fingers on my tight hole making me gasp as he worms his finger into me, opening me up for the first time, still with my mouth full of hard cock, first one then two. "Don't stop," I whispered in a pant.The TK asked me, "Are you hot?" Yes," I replied "Are you wet?" God, yes." Do you want me?" More than anything in the world right now." What do you want me to do?" I want you to lick my pussy. I want to feel your tongue dancing along my clit, pushing in and out of my pussy. I want to feel it on my thighs and on my ass. All over…" Do you want to taste my cock in between your lips? Do you want to feel it throbbing as I push it far down your throat?" I do baby…I. "Pete stared at the man in horror, frozen and terrified more than anydrawn knife or gun could have made him."Tell me," the man said solemnly, "what's your favorite video game?"Pete stared into the man's deep, wise, serious eyes. Feeling corneredand trapped, he confessed. "Super Mario." I see." He nodded respectfully. "Fine choice. A classic."He suddenly shook the bag of pink mushrooms in his hand, dangling itbefore the boy's face like gold. His eyes locked onto it."What if I told you," he said,.