Mave knocked on the door excitedly, waiting for Jim to come. Blood covered most of her clothes and face. It was dark so she was able to walk through the streets without anyone seeing her. She’d rushed over as soon as the whore stopped breathing, wanting to show Jim what she’d done for him.
“Okay,” she breathed, reaching her free hand around to unclip her bra.
“Slow down, sweetie,” Jim purred, releasing her all but for her wrist. “Let’s get off these dirty clothes.”