The day had started as a triumph. I'd made fast cash and walked away with a smug grin after my encounter with Loona, and her amazing blowjob. I felt untouchable.
But as I sat before the monitor a few hours later, that high crashed into a silent, white-hot rage.
My fists shook, knuckles turning white, as veins throbbed against my temples. I stared at the screen, my teeth gritted so hard I thought they might crack.
"I'm sorry, it's just..." Karen's voice crackled through the speakers of my walkie talkie. She looked down, like the perfect picture of a grieving, broken widow. "Ever since my husband passed away, things have been... impossible. He left me with a mountain of debt I can't climb."
I watched her perform. She was feigning sadness for her latest mark—but this time, I knew the victim. It was Tony, one of my oldest friends.
"Alex left you with debt?" Tony echoed, his voice thick with disbelief. "He never mentioned money troubles to us. He seemed... stable."
