Jubilee Street

We flung ourselves through the door, out into the corpsestrewn alley, the halfalive hobos smoldering in their grizzle. The sounds of the busy night club only a heartbeat behind the closed door.

She pawed at my Armani cashmere.

Ah, here, the zipper gets stuck I meant to say before she violently tugged my pants to my ankles, exposing my bare ass to the transients. Any more protests I had were suddenly drowned out by her greedy slurping at my cock as it disappeared into her mouth.

I gave one of the begging hobos a $5 bill as he shambled by.