One Dollar Whore

Tony’s on his knees behind the bar, tongue working the leather of her boots like it owes her rent. Cybill blows smoke straight into his face, then spits thick and wet into his open mouth. He swallows every drop. His cheek’s already streaked with dirt and spit, but he keeps licking, eyes glassy, because it’s her. She points behind the bar, tells him to pull out the strap the boss hides back there. Tony hands it over and she shoves the silicone straight down his throat, fucking his face until drool runs in strings off his chin. Then she strips him bare, spins him around, and drives the whole length up his ass. He grunts, forehead pressed to the floorboards, while she slams into him without mercy. When she’s done, she makes him lick the prints her heels left on the ground, then walks out and leaves him there, wrecked and shaking.