Bex waited for the sound of the car to disappear in the distance before she moved. Watching Red get dressed, the way her tight clothes hugged her taut body, was divine.<br/><br/>"Hark at you, little Miss Comedienne!" Bex retorted. "Well, I always said you were the swallowing type." A smirk crept across her plump lips as she stood up from her crouch position. Grabbing her summer dress from the chair it had been thrown on, Bex let it fall over her head and cling to her breasts before it fell loosely around her hips.<br/><br/>"Stinking of piss or not, I am NOT hanging about to see if they get the job done. We didn't use our real names when we booked this fucking shit hole and we paid by cash. No paper trail." Bex spun around the room and reached out for Felina and Red.<br/><br/>Pulling them into a tight, if not rather pungent hug, Bex whispered.<br/>"Girls, we will be ok. We will find the money and we will give the Whore her fucking dividends. Then we fuck off from town. I have an idea, but I would rather we talk about it, in a place that is a little more hospitable. Maybe a cleaner hotel and most definitely after a fucking shower!"<br/><br/>Bex broke the hug, kissing both girls tenderly on their foreheads before grabbing the keys to her Harley.<br/><br/>"Come on, for now, we ride!"