Susan wasn't sure which was worse, the crappy guns laid out haphazardly on the bed in front of her or the skinny loser trying to sell this crap to her. Looking to the skinny white boy in a pair of baggy jeans and a white wife beater she decides he is far worse. He doesn't even try to hide his lecherous glare as she tries to pretend not to be totally disgusted with the product she picked up for a closer inspection.


I really need to get some decent contacts around this city she thinks to herself as she puts the gun down and looks at the man once more. She should of known it would be disappointing when she heard he wanted to meet in a motel room, what kind of amateur makes a black market deal in a motel room.

Still... it was early in the night and this idiot had willingly isolated himself with her, she wouldn't be getting any guns tonight but just maybe she could walk away a little better off then she was when she arrived. She looks him over head to toe with a wicked smile as she appraises her food. The poor sap mistakes her hungry glare for something much more and moves forward making his move.


As he clumsily kisses her Susan's lustful beast is tempted to let this go farther but once his neck is exposed her hunger overrules her lust and she roughly goes for the veins in his scrawny neck. She lets his body fall on the bed on top of his piss poor assortment of weapons before getting her jacket and leaving. Making a mental note to work on finding some decent contacts.