“Okay you can all guess what that was. Well the good news is that I already have instructions of what to do if this happened.” As she spoke she ...emoved from her nearby bag a number of identical and envelopes and handed one to each girl, Louise included, and kept two for herself. None carried any names so each had to contain the same, everyone knew it was their fee and Louise’s heart fluttered with excitement at the thought that tonight she was to be a paid whore at her future husband’s stag. This for some reason made me hard. When I returned with the drinks, she was on her back with her legs up and spread while he was eating a fingering her.I hoped h would eat her. I gave them their drinks. It was vodka shooters. She had this embarrassed/sorry look on her face when she took her drink. He told me she came when he ate her. I asked if it tasted good. He laughed and said "You guys are new to this aren't you"At this point he grabbed and opened a condom and put is on his dick. He told me. . panic as well as fear. I had to do something. I strode back to the Chateau... urgency in every stride. Then I started to think, that room... the room where the guy said there was cheap sex, whores are a little reluctant to give cheap twenty dollar buck sex. Oh... my... god... no, it couldn't be... no... no it just couldn't. God if it was how long had she been in there... how many men had queued outside that door. I was now running, my blood felt like ice in my veins. Panic in my heartI took. ' He took the unfinished sketch and signed his name, idly wondering how long before it would end up on eBuy. He put letter and sketch back into an envelope addressed to his agent, who would then send it on to the girl.He took the next piece of mail from the stack. It was addressed 'to the occupier', the sort he would usually throw out without opening, but this one was different. The paper was of a quality stock. He turned it over and saw that it was closed with a wax seal, the design a plain.