A smalltime photo shop that provided local advertising with cheesecake whenthey needed it, that also had a minor sideline as an escort service.Anyone ...ith a lick of sense knew it was the other way around.The girl that manned the reception desk wasn't familiar to Mitch, butfrom the tattoo on her right arm she was clearly one of his. Mitchdidn't know her name, but that was not surprising. He'd been out of vicefor a while now and he had no reason to keep current with Fetterman'stalent pool now. They ate excellent food and drank good wine in a very pleasant restaurant and afterwards they went back to his apartment. He actually had two rooms just for himself. This was more like it, a rich man. If he wanted to get off on thrashing her, she had put up with that from time to time with Alan and was sure she could accustom herself to such a regime. There was always the chance of persuading her Master to try a little slavery, wasn't there?As the door shut behind them, Charles said, "Now we. When I pulled up to Jared's house I had nearly chickened out of this insane idea. I stepped out of the car and saw him propped against the door frame with a bottle of tequila. With a slow grin he said, "Babe, I hope you brought clothes for tomorrow. We are getting drunk tonight." It was common practice for him to call me names like babe, and even for me to crash in his guest room if we had a few drinks. I walked to the porch and somewhere between my car and standing two feet in front of him, my. I opened the door “Hey Jorja.”“Hey Tom.” She said in a bit of a shaky tone. She didn't seem like she was angry, she kind of looked confused.“Umm, what's up?” I asked to break the lengthening silence.“Oh yeah, well, I don't really remember much of last night, except that we were talking and I must have blacked out or something. Then I woke up this morning in a bed, nake... I mean, not really in the same clothes as I was in before I went to sleep, and I saw you sleeping on the chair across the.