Cherie flipped through her cash as she threw her last job out of the room. Slipping her little amount of clothes back on, she smiled at the joys of prostitution and how she could not imagine herself with any other life. It had its bad moments but besides that it was all orgasmic fun. She stuffed her cash in the small pockets of her petite shorts and made her way out of the crappy motel room onto the backstreets of Raccoon, where all her employees could be found, the troublesome crowd.
She met up on a corner with her girl, Keisha, another hooker who was even less clothed than her. Keisha lifted up a hand full of cash, a statement of her handiwork. Cherie just scoffed at the money, sick of Keisha getting the better of her every night. The two of them engaged in a conversation until a car pulled up beside them both to reveal one stoned looking guy in the driver's seat. His eyes looked as if he hadn't slept in weeks and his skin was horribly pale. He didn't look like a good time, until he pulled out a wallet full of money and asked Keisha how much she wanted. No matter what was in the face, the amount of money a man had was the ticket to the bed of a hooker, and by all that was in his wallet, Keisha could sell him as many tickets as he wanted.
Cherie once again was pissed when the stoner didn't select her. Keisha always got the rich ones. She parked herself down on a doorstep, and stared up at the midnight sky, as Keisha walk into her little apartment behind her with the pale man. Raccoon was always good to her with the men until Keisha came along. It was enough to make her want to kill her friend. Varieties of sounds came from a room behind her: moans, screams, and what not, the sounds of a hooker getting her way.
Her friend's moans turned into violent screams, which sounded to Cherie that she was having a very good time, but became confused when it all grew silent. She'd never heard sex end so rapidly. It was silent for about thirty seconds until she heard both of them start moaning again. She could hear them walking around in the room and moaning. What kind of fucking sex game had Keisha come up with now? She could hear someone one creeping up behind her as they pushed open the door. Keisha was probably moving drunkenly out of too many orgasms.
"Girl, you need to let me in one some of that stuff you doin' 'cause," Cherie said turning around to Keisha, but when she did, her mouth gaped open and let out a piercing scream.
Keisha's throat was ripped out and blood was draining out of it like a running faucet. Her nude form revealed her chest practically eaten away by something. Those brown eyes of hers were lifeless and were staring at Cherie hungrily. She stumbled down the steps towards Cherie who was too terrified to move away. The hooker could only scream as her friend collapsed on top of her and took a large chunk out of her neck. Keisha, or what use to be her, spent the next few minutes feasting on her flesh until Cherie awoke again and let out a loud moan.