Seventy other guys had gathered with more and more filing into the room. A lot of them wearing masks so their faces would not be seen on the cameras w...ile others kept eyeing them with anticipation of being on film.David worked one of those cameras.The gong sounded and a beautiful woman stepped out from behind a curtain. She was pale in complexion but her beauty was unsurpassed. The fun was about to start. She slowly made her way down a runway, eyeing a few of the men on the way. David's heart. I can only recommend you keep the jumpsuits close.”Helen nodded and glanced around appearing to weigh her options. “What are the chances we’ll run into trouble?”He countered almost immediately, “what are the chances you’ve got someone on your back trail looking for you two?”He watched as she stiffened, but smiled. “What do you mean?” she asked innocently but he wasn’t fooled.“I took you on because I needed the credits. I don’t care who you are, who you’re running from, or anything else as long. From the balcony Isobelle can see the city sky - line. She stands outside, enjoying the warm air, whilst he gets the drinks. Eventually he stand s in the doorway, silhouetted by the kitchen lights. Isobelle’s pulse races. It’s real. Her legs begin to tremble. She turns from him to the view, trying to rekindle her strength.“So lovely” Ezra’s voice comes from behind her. Does he mean her or the view?In a lazy movement akin to seduction, Ezra closes the distance between them, rubs his palm up her. Every time she turned she only found bored looking faces that said nothing as to the culprit, and every time she turned, without fail someone grabbed what little tit meat she had.Then someone took it a little farther, and her skirt dropped to the ground, showing off her pristine white knickers, a little damp from the heat of the car. She turned, in some kind of rage, only to feel a pair of hands grab her tits through her shirt, and see one of the men standing around snake his arm towards her.