Oddly, over the several years I visited the place, a colorful, hand-written sign never changed: Thirty bucks for a half-hour, forty-five for the full ...ixty minutes. Inflation, it seemed, hit every other industry but the cost of pussy was stable as a pond on a calm day. Of course, that didn't include the tip, but I always paid the girl a hundred for her service, a happy hooker being a horny hooker after all. My tip made less of an impression as time went by, but by then I was a welcome regular.. The Lounge was at the front of the building, so he could see everything coming to and from the building, which was perfect as he waited for Sam to return.Soon enough, Sam came walking down the lane way, her dirty blonde hair blowing in the light wind, as she walked to the building entrance. She entered the lobby and buzzed Gabriel's number. Gabriel picked up his phone, and said he was in the Lounge, then let her in. As she came in, and sat down across the lounge, she could see the annoyed. After making sure that they both had got on the bus I quickly ran back to the house and dashed up to my room where I began to rummage through my suit case searching for some sexy underwear which I hoped that I'd put in when I'd just grab handfuls from my underwear draw while I was packing my case. as luck would have it I found a white lacy half cup push up bra and matching lacy thong I also found a pair of white silk hold up stockings I quickly change into my sexy outfit and stood in front of. K.T. popped her board and slung it over her shoulder. Carefully she picked her way through the mess and down the alley. She rounded the corner and came to a strange black door. It hadn’t been there the day before.It wasn’t black in the way of paint but in the way of the darkness behind the eyes. The only exception was a silver door handle. K.T. pulled it open and stepped inside.Behind the door was a room, a white room. There were walls, a ceiling and a floor but where precisely those things met.