All I ever find is Charlie passed out either on her bed or on thefloor."Holly sat down on one of the chairs across the desk from me. "How's shedoing, ...nyway?" Like shit, how else? Last night was the third night in a row that I hadto call her boyfriend to pick her up from another bar. I'd be worriedabout him raping her if I didn't already know the kid's as harmless as adead rat in a very small cage." I scratched at my armpit, where I felt agreat deal of sweat. "Okay, maybe a quick shower and a. She was a ‘gentleman’s escort.’ A whore. Most of the men wanted to fuck young chicks and she only got the leftover jobs. One had rejected her services and had cancelled the credit card payment. That had hurt her a lot, she had known her days as an escort were numbered but when the number came up she was not ready for it. She cut back on her spending and prepared to survive as a waitress. Her house and everything in it was paid for, as was her Corolla. A client had gifted her with a large flat. Tonight I was truly a slave!The leader of the group was a big man, over 6’4” tall. Everyone called him King. He was receiving kisses from the ladies. Pat said, “Take the men’s coats Slut and hang them in the hall closet.”I replied, “Yes Mistress Pat, I’ll do it at once.” As the men removed their jackets, it became clear that they were all armed with automatics in shoulder holsters. They lived in a dangerous world and were ready for trouble. I took their jackets, hung them in the closet, and. I tried to get her phone number thats the easiest way of confirming if she is genuine or not. But she was very reluctant cause she had never had sex outside her marriage. But finally the urge to have sex won over and she decided to go to the next level and gave me her phone number. I had convinced her to do so by telling that I have a place where we can meet comfortably with complete privacy. Ladies you can also meet me at After talking on phone we decided to meet in the weekend in a public.