"Here ya go, Missy. Pleasur'a doin' buisness with ya! Four point five million for the A7. Have a wonderful day."
"Thank you, Sir."
She handed over the car keys before exiting the car dealership.
The gift she got from her parents when she turned 18 a couple of years ago. Gone.
A sweet Audi A7 first gen. Black colour with matching tires. The memories she had with that car..
But time goes on. The car was getting old, a couple of problems, as all cars did, not to mention that it would probably get stolen since there were no actual parking areas to put it.
It had to be done.
The only thing that remained, getting home.
It would take at least an hour or two to walk home, so that was off the table. She could take a bus, but didn't see any stops anywhere close to where she lived. So the only thing she could really do..
"Uhh, hey... Would you mind pointing me in the direction of the slums?"
Asking a random stranger for directions. Doing so with a nervous, stressful voice, of course. She had a plan.
"Why do you care?"
This so-called stranger was a well-dressed man, standing in front of a fancy-looking car. He held a new model phone, clearly showing he had money to his name.
"I work there, and this big city has me all disoriented. I am afraid I might arrive late! And then I'd be punished by my boss."
The man rolled his eyes, putting his phone away in his pocket.
"Half price for an hour and I'll drive you there."
"Deal."
They shook hands. The man straightened up his posture, opening the door to the driver's seat, leaning against it.
"I got a rule against whores in the car, so take off your jacket and sit on it."
"Sure... thank you, mister.."
***
Meanwhile at the apartment...
"I'll love you for as long as I live"
"I'm willing to be the second girl"
"Just I can't live without you"
"Kiss me once more"
"LAVENDEL!!"
The passionate, practiced singing was loud. It was one of the many songs she had learned to love from her beloved, especially when the lyrics struck so close to her heart.
Of course, she had done what she was told to.
Vacuumed the floors, even parts of the walls were vacuumed, the parts she could reach.
Taken things out of boxes,
And cleaned the kitchen and bedroom,
Only thing that remained was setting up the cameras-
She couldn't keep the voice out of her head. The clear passion and love in Yumi's voice. She craved it! She wanted to do everything she could to hear it once more...
***
"You know.. My girl hasn't touched me in a while. How about you warm me up with a quick blowie?"
"You'd be extra sensitive. You might cum early, wouldn't that ruin the evening?"
"I'm sure it's fine. You scared you gonna choke, or what?"
"More scared that you'll crash after getting cumblocked three time in a row."
"Hmph. Be that way. Just know you'll regret that."
"We're here."
She announced, her hand pointing towards the apartment building she resided in. The car quickly stopped, parking on the side of the road.
"Just wait outside for a minute would you?"
"Sure, I guess..."
She knocked on the front door twice, before opening it, hurrying inside and closing it behind her.
"YUMI!"
An excited, almost childish voice squeal rang out through the hall. Almost reminiscent of a dog happy its owner returned, the pale woman quickly rushed towards the tan one, hugging her tightly.
"The camera ready? I got a guy."
"uhh.. Yeah! I set it up in the living room! You didn't really tell me where..."
Awkward. She pulled away, pushing her index fingers together sheepishly.
"Great. Turn the live stream on. I'll go get him."
"Okay!"
***
"So, you want it raw, or condom?"
"Raw. I'm infertile, so you can leak as much as you want."
"Noted."
The man had prepared himself outside, his fancy jacket left in the car, leaving him only in a white button-up shirt.
"Let's hurry it up, I got a meeting at three."
The man demanded, approaching the front door and opening it, no care to hold it open for the lady. Just as planned,
So, they entered. And as expected, much better than when she first saw the place. It was clean. Still looked disgusting, but at least it looked clean.
"Alright, where do you wanna do it-"
But right as the man entered the living room and noticed the camera and the woman standing behind it, he turned around to see behind him...
"Sorry, dude, I'm not actually a whore..."
In her hand was a small grey box with a button, once clicked, a steel blade swung out, revealing it to be switchblade.
"So, that's how you wanna do it, huh?"
He lifted his shirt up a little, his hand reaching for something on his belt, and quickly, he took out a pistol.
"Another step, and the bitch gets a head full of metal!"
He shouted, reaching his arm out and pointing the gun towards the other lady. He slowly backed away, until the muzzle was against her forehead.
"Throw the knife over here! NOW!"
The sounds of plastic and metal clanking against the ground was loud. The knife bounced against the wooden floor until it was directly beside him.
"..."
(This is bad. At this rate, Kiroku's dead.. I gotta do something.)