Every Girl Has Her Price
What would she do for the one thing she HAD to have?
“I got what you want, girl.” “The fuck you say.” He held up a ticket to tonight's Concert. Normally, I wouldn’t piss on Vinnie, but I'm a Swiftie and I had to have that ticket. “Whadda ya want?” Vinnie and his side boys grinned. “All three holes, for me, Marco, and Joey, as many times as we want ’em, right here, right now.” And he flicked the ticket. My pulse must have counted fifty, then I unbuttoned my blouse. “You’re o...