Angelica picks up guys in church. There is always some new guy in town with good intentions and an honest way of life, who comes to church to pray, and also is pleased for the company in the big hot sprawling anonymous city. Angelica likes sex and money, and does not give a shit about religion. She knows the service off by heart, as she does her pitch. She unassumingly sidles up to the new guy and flashes her big blue Asian eyes at the unknowing foreigner. Old or young, she does not give a shit either. She does give a shit about the money she gets, the donation that she asks the guy for after he has brought her to his hotel and fucked her. It is usually well enough to keep her going a week till the next service. And the guy readily hands her the money, because after ejaculating, he is too racked with religious guilt, and the thought of his not so pretty wife back home finding out. Angelica gets free reign at the church. Everyone knows what she does, the cheep whore, but no one says a thing. Certainly not the priest, he is racked by religious guilt too, filthy fucker, she has sucked him off a few times. And so she sits near the back, dressed conservatively, with her soiled pink knickers hidden well beneath a proper skirt. Well what the fuck am I doing in church? Going to fuck an angel. And I have not got any stupid guilt. Donation, all I can do is spread the gospel. Watch the video.

Renewing the insurance on my car and the girl won't give me a discount. I have not claimed on it for years, and my no claims should keep going down. The car is not worth much, it is an old banger. So why should I pay too much to get it insured? Give us a fucking discount girl! No she just sits there behind the desk, straight faced and stern. You need a fucking shag don't you? Bet you have not had it for weeks. She just sat there in her crisp white blouse, looking prim and proper, and said, 'No.' Oh come off it, give us a fucking discount, and stop being a fucking tit. Her head tilted to one side, and she glared at me with her diamond eyes, 'No.' So I moved up to the counter to meet her gaze. I looked at her face and her firm figure beneath her tight white shirt. And then I peaked down on her side of the counter, to see if she was wearing a skirt or pants, and to see if she had a fat ass. Well she did not have a fat ass, her hips were quite slim. And she was not wearing a skirt or pants. All she was wearing under the desk was stockings. Well, stockings and pantyhose. And she had this big black leather belt low down on her waist. What a strange fucking girl. So I looked at her face again. If you won't give me a discount then, what about fucking you up the ass? She glared at me even harder with her heavily made up eyes, but she did not say, 'No.' I paid the insurance and picked her up at five when she got off work. See insurance girl Botty Banger on video, taking it deep up the shitter, the stuck up little tit takes it easily stuck up her lightly effervescent and saliva lubricated rectal passage.

So I did not hear from Sharon for a month after she knocked at my door. Did not see her in the hallway any morning, and thought that she has given up college. Never saw her in her neat ironed white blouse. One month nothing. Then there was another knock at my door one afternoon, very quiet, I was almost not sure I had heard anything. I opened the door, and there was Sharon, standing back from the doorway, modestly dressed as ever, except for the pair of grey leopard skin high heeled shoes she was balancing on. She held the mobile phone that I had bought her limply but obviously in her right hand. 'How do you like your phone,' I asked and smirked at her. She half smiled and replied, 'I have not got money for the phone bill.' I knew what she wanted, even if she was not bold enough to ask. 'So you want me to pay it,' I said, 'I bet your asshole smells good, and I am sure it would look good with my cock up it.' I know how to speak to a respectable well brought up girl. 'I can pay your bill, but you have got to do another video with me and take it up your bum.' Sharon did not say anything, she just glared at me with her sweet almond eyes. She stayed where she was, just out of reach in the hallway outside my door. 'Up your bum girl, you have to take it up deep your ass,' I told her. 'Oh,' she said, 'you want to make love to me anal?' How prim and fucking proper even when she speaks, 'Okay I will let you make love anal but you do not have to make a video.' 'What,' I said back to her, 'what is all this love bollocks, and of course I want to make a video. What do you want, love, or do you want me to pay your fucking phone bill?' She looked at the floor, took half a step closer to me, peered up and said quietly, 'phone bill please.' Dial the video and get my hallway neighbor slutified and asshole sod botty fucked.