One day, after an event, she invited me for dinner, something she had been doing more and more often because her husband was working late. Afterwards ...he poured me a glass of whiskey instead of the wine that we usually had with our meal. Taking me to their couch she sat next to me, instead of across as usual.“I have a question for you tonight. I’ve noticed that you never mention any dating or any girlfriend or anything like that. Is that your situation?” I affirmed her assessment.“My husband is. It had taken a while but finally she understood the full picture. It had become instantly clear the moment she’d learned how much she was to be paid for the evening’s work. It left little doubt about what was expected of her. At first she had been a bit shocked and taken aback, almost offended. But then she had talked it through with Marilyn… Marilyn had told her she had everything it took to be one of the best in the business. Ella was a model, yes, but first and foremost she was an escort.. Damien felt like the slow kid playing hide and seek, having nowhere good left to hide, he picked the one where he would be obviously noticed. He knelt next to the door, waiting to aim his gun on whoever’s head appeared first, provided it wasn’t Leigh’s, naturally. The door was now slightly open but no one had come out. After a brief moment deliberating what to do, Damien took his chances and pushed open the door a little more with his right foot, but something was stopping it from opening. I wouldn't have disturbed you but she seemed concerned." Peter swore and said to me "Look I have to go get this as she worries too much for her own good. David will carry on your massage for a short time until I get back. Do you mind?" I wasn't sure but he said "don't worry he is one of the best in the club". I was a bit hesitant still but relented and David asked me where Peter was at with the massage and I said he was just starting on my back. David took off his track suit top and pants.