Liar's Lair and my union would be furious with me if they knew."I stare at her with my heart pounding in my chest. "How much ... How much are you for ...the night?" I whisper.She looks up and wipes her eyes on her bare arms before replying. "Eight hundred dollars. I know that might sound like a lot, but it's $200 for taxes and $200 goes for my hotel room and another $200 is Liar's Lair profit and $50 for my union and $150 is for me. It's really not that much to live on." No, it's not," I say as I. And while it was mostly just the usual bickering about numbers, contracts, and such, I was also hearing between the lines. I realized that he wasn’t furious about the details of their current dispute as much as he was furious because he’s going to have to be there to fix it. Which means he’s going to be away even more than he already has been.”Shit. Now I feel even guiltier, because I knew this was coming. Should I tell her? No, I can’t. For one thing, it’s not my story to tell. And for. There was a slightly confused look on Buster’s face at this declaration. “It’s called the litmus test. We haul out our dicks and then decide who the bitch will be,” Bobby concluded.More uncertainty adorned Buster’s face. “Let’s do it, boy,” Bobby announced, with bravado.As their knobs were exposed Buster let out a huge sigh when he saw the huge ten-inch uncut dick that Bobby was packing.“Now we’re going back to my motel, and tonight you’ll be my bitch,” Bobby said, with a growl.Although Buster. He picked up the bags and carried them toward the door. Julie looked panicky. The door was shattered, and if he saw that the old asshole might start to put two and two together."Oh, that's all right," the redhead said, grabbing one of the bags, Trying to be the good guest, Max supposed, and thought, Baby, you don't know how good a guest you're going to be. The girl with brown hair grabbed the other bag, and they both headed for the door. The old geezer shrugged and got back in his car. He waved.