Think mini-skirts, little black dresses, and things that show you off to full advantage. "I want that 'slutty without being trashy' look–understand?...I want you to be provocative, but not street whorish. This is a place of business and not a brothel after all!" he said."Yes, Sir. I will buy a few things to start and bring them here for your approval. I'll keep the receipts just in case they aren't what you like and that way I can return them and get something more to your liking. I do want to. He took my bag and followed me up the stairs to what was to be mu room and I could feel his eyes on my tight arse, my jeans didn’t leave much to the imagination after all and left me to unpack. I put all my clothes on the bed and stripped off my jeans and decided I would have a shower to freshen up as it had been a long journey. I put my dirty panties and tee shirt in the laundry basket like Frank had asked and after my shower I put on my gown, popped downstairs for a quick chat before. But be real gentle. I don't want to take any chances." Larry's eyes were wide open as he eased closer, bending over slightly and reaching out to cup her breasts. His hand was shaking slightly, and he had his other hand between his legs as if to support himself, but it was obvious what he was doing. His hand edged closer, closer, until finally - his fingertips were touching the top of her left breast just below the areola. Carefully, his thumb rested on the underside of her breast, before. Especially in the hands of a trained killer, or just in the hands of a frightened bitch. I fell into the latter group, but I was sure I would not hesitate to hack off someone's hand with the ax.After four days of eating canned food and drinking really awful coffee, there was a note in my of the dummy email. It said simply, walk to the road ... bring your clothes ... be sure the fire is out. It led me to believe I would not be coming back. The same nerdy looking driver met me in a small van type.