The trailer park slut stumbled out of the bar, her eyes half-closed and her mouth open in a drunken stupor. She stumbled towards her beat-up pickup truck, struggling to keep her balance as she climbed inside. As she fumbled

The trailer park slut stumbled out of the bar, her eyes half-closed and her mouth open in a drunken stupor. She stumbled towards her beat-up pickup truck, struggling to keep her balance as she climbed inside. As she fumbled with the keys, she realized that she had left her phone inside. With a groan of frustration, she turned back towards the bar and stumbled back inside. As soon as she stepped through the door, a husky voice called out to her from across the room. "Hey there, sweetheart," he said with a sloppy grin on his face. "You look like you could use some company." The trailer park slut looked up at him through hooded eyes and nodded slowly. She knew what he wanted - he was just waiting for her to make the first move. And so she did - with a sloppy drunken smile on her face, she leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Fuck me."