Wonder Woman took her whore outfit on the floor and put back the bustier, the skirt and the boots. She left the thong that was drenched with her pussy juices. She turned toward Tina. Both looked at each other for a moment. To Tina Diana really looked like the perfect whore, like she was made for the business. In fact she was almost too good for it. She was so beautiful and looked so hot with her bustier barely containing her breasts and that mini skirt that without any thong barely covered her pussy. She could read lust on the amazon face and in her way to move. Was she getting a taste for prostitution?
Diana was indeed in heat, her whole body was burning, her nipples were so hard that the contact with the bustier send waves of pleasure and her pussy was dripping. In her mind what she has just done was running almost non stop. She has just given herself, of her own free will, for cheap to the sort of man she used to despise. Her, Wonder Woman, who was supposed to be a model of virtue. Just thinking about made it made her hornier than she has ever been.
"We are going back to the street Tina. I want ... I must learn more. Experience is important to understand well."
Tina couldn't believe what she has just heard. But having a look at the mighty heroin made it clear she had heard well. The so called champion of women wanted more street hooking experience. She kept being suprised but there was perhaps an opportunity here. And what a satisfaction to see that stuck up bitch turned into a street whore by her own perversion.
The two street whores quited the dirty place to go back to Tina's usual prostitution spot. Wonder Woman was leading the way.