"Are you looking for Conchi Thorne?" she asked Gab.
Gab faced Bettina Werp. He had seen her before and with lustful eyes had noted the fine shape she was in. "You're Miss Werp?" he said.
"How did you know?" Bettina asked, smiling.
"One gets around, I'm Gab Monthor. Dr. Monthor."
"Yes, I know. I've seen you too."
"I was calling on Miss Thorne," Gab explained his presence on the sixth floor.
"Conchi has gone to Paris with Frank Kazarra."
"When did that happen?" Gab asked.
"Quickly."
Bettina looked frankly at Gab. "Maybe I can help you," she said.
Gab also didn't want this interlude to end. Bettina was wearing a leotard that clung to her body like her own skin. All things were nicely outlined and Gab liked what he was seeing. Bettina continued to stand there, showing it all off, not moving, not trying to hide what she had. Her red hair seemed to grow under the soft lights in the hallway.
"If you are a friend of Conchi's then you're a friend of mine," Bettina said. "Would you like to come in and visit?"
Gab nodded and walked through the doorway. As he passed close to the red head he smelled her perfume. She was a desirable woman and would be a nice change from the blonde twins. The perfume was nice to Gab's prick: it was stirring below in the blackman's pants.
Bettina closed and bolted the door. She came toward Gab with a tantalizing smile on her red lips. "Let's get acquainted, shall we?" she said with a lustful look in her dark blue eyes.
Below, in his basement apartment, Eno Yaw was talking to his cock. "Sure did like that blonde, Yam; didn't you?"
The prick didn't answer so Eno said a name out loud. "Joyce." The prick moved as the old man said the name as lustfully as he could. He was a dirty old man and he thought of the coming Saturday when Joyce would come to visit him.
One hundred dollars was a high price to pay for the favors of a teenybopper, but hell, she was going to let him fuck her in the ass!