Blog Comment: BUS STOP WHORES was shocked. They all were. Guns raised at arms length, the vice cops froze, mortified, holding their breaths, looking upon them. Two caged blue lights hummed down from the ceiling, illuminating the room. Dozens of cop eyes shot over the walls. Bodies were everywhere. Hung around in a symphony of broken flesh. Decorating the cold, stale space. Forty nipples stood at attention. The room reeked of cum. Beck heard men gasping behind him. The rookie had turned white. One of the women moaned from behind her painful gag, slightly lifting her buttocks from the wall. Becks eyes spilled down her stomach. He watched opal goop ooze down her thigh. "Let me down," her eyes begged from behind the gag. Her creamy white skin burned with red welts. She was barely conscious. Davis got an erection. The rookie didn't mean to. Davis tried to explain it to the shrink.
