Jenya met each one of them, eye to eye, and pursed her lips. Not a single one looked at her with lust in their eyes. It was more like a visage of challenge. They were there to conquer her sweet ass; they had bought the right. Not exactly yet. "You got my cash?" she asked. "Right here," Mike said and pulled a wad of bills from his pocket. They all did. One by one they pulled out hundreds, fifties, and twenties. The guys fanned the bills out and Mike simply smirked and leered at her. "See that?" he said. "I told you, three hundred bucks a pop. That's twenty-four hundred." "Good," Jenya said then folded her arms across her chest. "Who are they?" She shifted her hips to one side then jabbed her chin at the three new faces in the group. Mike had held true to his word. He said he'd bring two or three new guys with him this time. There they were. "That's Scott, Lee, and Steve," Mike chuckled.
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