Even people thathe worked with seemed somehow oblivious to the change, or at leastdidn't say anything to his face. He looked in the mirror again at hi...newly-shaped eyebrows. This was a much more noticeable change and hecouldn't help wondering if this alteration might get more of a responsefrom people. Yet at the same time he couldn't protest as Deborah hadworked on him. There was something about her that seemed to melt eventhe slightest hint of resistance within him. It was almost as if. There was one new message from a number he didn'trecognise. Alan quickly unlocked his phone and opened it."Hello Alan, or should I say Emily. You're probably wondering what thehell is happening, aren't you? Meet me at this location at 1pm and I'llexplain everything."Alan looked and saw a link to a nature reserve. Quickly enabling thecurrent location setting on his phone, he saw that he was about half amile away. He text the number back immediately - "WHO ARE YOU AND WHATHAVE YOU DONE TO. One had his hand on my arm still, another hand had placed itself on my ass."I...I...had sex with a client." I said, trying to think straight."You're a hooker?" No. No....I had sex with a potential client. I think i was used to sweeten a deal?" Oh so you're a slut. Good think we don't discriminate" They both laughed. The hand on my ass moved up my skirt, getting a good handful. Another hand started playing with my boobs."What they make you? come on tell us." I sucked...his cock. Then he fucked. Is there a protocol to this? Would we hit it off, might I do something and cause another guy to get angry and punch my clock? I mentally backed out every day to the next Thursday when I woke up knowing I should not do this. Yet, maybe it will be okay, maybe it will be fun, maybe I will never get another chance at a six-some. I was parked closer to Cathy’s apartment than those other guys, and consequently I was the second client to arrive, just entering her apartment without knocking, as.