A swift kick with the six-inch heels,a karate chop,and a punch from Jim,and the salesman was out cold.Sharon went through his coat pockets for all the Streetwalker 120s he had on him,while Jim looked for everything else.
Sharon frantically lit a new cigarette,and began to calm down.There was something a little arousing about this situation,she had to admit,but sixty dollars for a pack of cigarettes was robbery,and TEN THOUSAND absolutely impossible.(And the guy thought he could get her to buy a ten-pack carton for the price of forty packs?) The mere fact that he'd been willing to let her have a pack for a blow job showed he knew those economics were impossible.No ordinary hooker saw that as a ten thousand dollar job.
Still wearing just her fishnets and heels,she stood back and sauntered over to where Jim had laid out what he had found in the man's pockets.Lots of cash...several women's addresses...and an address they suspected was where the special cigarettes were made,or supplied to the man by superiors.
"Let's see",Jim said."These other women may be in the same condition you are...they might be in terrible shape if we don't deliver them at least a pack each."
Sharon stepped back nervously,uncomfortable to part with even little of her new stash."Maybe we could go to the source and get more,so I could keep all these?"
"Maybe.Or I could take him and a pack to my lab...try to make him talk,and analyze the cigarettes to duplicate the specially addictive ingredient and maybe develop an antidote." I hope I can make an antidote that doesn't take away the expanded tits and the need to dress revealingly,he thought.
After tying the man up securely they decided
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