We finally made it to her apartment. She practically ripped my clothes off, yet hesitated once were we fully naked. Taking my hand she guided it to he... dripping slit. This time she moaned her approval when I gently pulled on her triangle and used it to tease her clit."I want you so bad," she insisted, grinding against my hand and reaching for my cock. "But you have to promise to be gentle, and go slow, and try not to grind against me, and..."I silenced her with a kiss. It was a foregone. "Just as well we did our final Turandot last night, though. Marko is going to be so pissed!"Just like everything else seemed to be doing today, that one, too, caught me flatfooted. "OK, Camilla, I'm kind of lost here," I said. "Why the hell would Marko be pissed?"She laughed again. "He was our backup, the baritone I told you they had lined up." My mouth fell open again, the thought had never entered my mind. "He was expecting a contract tomorrow," she went on. "He knew we had one last audition,. " None of my girls is forced to do anything they don't want to. I treat my gals well," Varley replied."It isn't moral," Christian Crusader stated in his most judgemental voice."Always those quick to say what's right and wrong for other folks. Maybe they'd be better off getting their own house in order first if you know what I mean," Varley fixed Christian Crusader with a steely glare. "Was a guy here last Tuesday who fractured one of my gal's arms because he couldn't get it up. Big guy. You. I am a whore and I knew it. I will always be a whore. That is why Mistress Pam had that put on me. Mom had one on her cunt saying she was a whore. And I knew that these tattoos would not go away.Once the computer came up, I sat down to check my mail. I did have a message from Mistress. Actually I had 2 of them. One had an attachment.I opened the attachment first like I always do. It was a video of the man giving me the tattoo. I thought it was pretty neat the way they can do such great work on.