I keep talking... "... He could have been a client. He could have been cruising or kerb-crawling. Perhaps you saw some guy just hanging around where he shouldn't have been. Or perhaps he was there for too long, watching. Is there anything any of you can...?"
It's an outburst of noise, a cacophony, as all the women start speaking at once, each with a story of some crank, flake, freak or sicko.
"There man on street two nights ago. He say me he like play with knife..."
"He tell me make him cum in spoon then feed it to him..."
"Last week I had one. Said he wanted a fifteen-year-old. I said I'd be fifteen for him if he wanted. He didn't like that. Took a swing at me..."
"He want me to call him Momma all the time we fuck..."
"He wanted me to crush bugs while he got himself off. Brought a box of cockroaches and a set of stiletto heels for me..."
Ach...
Maybe it's not too bad... Mitch thinking I'm vanilla...
"He wanted me to hump a beach ball while he filmed me..."