"A fucking great sunday, " Fiver said and she was right.
The photo that barmaid Candy got me said it all. But I had just been missing out on the fun, arriving late to the scene. No cock and most important, no cash for this virtual whore.
Fiver's little bar has been doing exceptionally well. She sells beer and whisky there and has a bunch of sex furniture. The idea was just for the girls to hang out there though, originally. The men could buy them beers, after which the empty bottles can be recycled for a few Linden Dollars in the alley at the back. Now it is just packed with whores and clients on some days and they all seem to do very well.
As long as they arrive in time. I didn't...
