From the book of Sissitrix — Page 32, Paragraph 2:
In dry cleaning, everything is dirty. We clean money, people, clothes, place, even reputation. We dry-iron you, if you are lucky, you get a new life. But, don’t mess with us.
Outside city hall, handjob Hannah waited for me, sat on my truck hood like a sexy ornament. She grinned, knowing by the way I leaped down the city hall steps in threes that I got what was needed.
“Did she go for it?”
“The laundry business is a green light, yes.”
“And our Fuck Truck?”
“Let’s just do it and see if she objects. You already run the girls in Sin Street, and together, we control the Red Light quarter. A mobile relief truck for guys and girls working shifts, on the docks or in factories, perhaps even during Baseball games, is a short hop, skip, and jump for your hookers.”
“Sissitrix almost has the truck design figured out. It will have two levels of cock sized gloryholes on the back doors, with hatches along each side for the girls to roll out on steel beds for fucking.”
“Will the clients see their faces?”
“No, but I’ll have a hygiene attendant to clean up or wrap cocks in condoms depending on the girl’s choices. Sissitrix is building showers on board as well.”
“That’s so fucking effective. Twenty-five girls will work two shifts. It’s serious money for everyone.”