"Oh God, please don't stop!" she shrieked, faking an orgiastic squeal. The mattress creaked underneath her as the man quickened his pace. Business ain't bad today, she thought to herself, hoping she would handle three more guys before quitting time. Her body rocked under him. If she was real lucky, she could make it home in time to catch the nightly Hawaii Five-O reruns on Channel 13. She glanced up at the water stains on the ceiling. They were like clouds to her. Each day they looked like something different. Today they were a giant clam with arms and legs like a man. His thrusts were beginning to hurt her. "Oh God, I can't take it!" she screamed joyfully, her way of saying 'Hurry up, already, I ain't got all day, buddy!' to her customers. It usually worked, and this man was no exception. The man tensed up, groaned deeply, and fell on her, sweating. Melody glanced over his heaving shoulders at her wristwatch. Ten minutes had passed.
