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| "Keep your eye on the curtain, Friend," Cool instructed Blackie. "Keep the bad boy fuck guys off my neck." "Marty's not that way," Blackie assured him. "She's an honest whore just trying to make a buck." Cool eased off his stool, tossed the boy fuck Blackberry down and washed it back with the last of the beer and turned toward boy fuck the beaded curtain. The hallway past the toilet rooms was barely illuminated by a very low wattage bulb, screwed into an uncovered fixture on the boy fuck wall between the man's and women's room doors, on the left side of the hallway. Another door opened off the end of the hall boy fuck displaying boy fuck a sign, which read: PRIVATE, in large red letters. A fourth door opened to the right of the boy fuck private door, and stood open about three inches. | ||
| Cool stood outside the door, pushed it open with his boy fuck toe and gazed inside. The same lighting engineer had worked on both the hallway and the storeroom. The room was stacked with various cases of liquor and perhaps fifty cases of empty beer bottles. Shelves reached from floor to ceiling through the center of the room. The room reeked of rancid beer. Marty boy fuck stood several boy fuck feet inside the room and was in the act of lighting another smoke. "C'mon in, Handsome, and push the door closed," Marty drawled. Cool obliged, turning again to face the blond whore. A twin bed was pushed back against the far corner of the room and was covered with a dirty sheet. There was boy fuck a dark, dirty window in the wall at the head of the bed. A couple of clean towels lay neatly folded on a chair next to the bed. A small glass bowl filled with condoms also sat on the chair. | ||
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