"On the phone, in the privacy of her office, Katy blushes red. An image of red boots and proud outhrust breasts and that wild red hair, identical in...shade to her own, swept through her. Her clit throbbed in the way it used to do when she'd caught a glimpse of tongue stud.Dress like a hooker?Well... Wasn't there a reason? It was a party after all. Why not. Why not!That night, on the way home, she drove slowly through the red light district, drinking in the details, making mental notes,. I was enjoying it. I then picked up my shorter handled knife, once more and ran that across her skin. I could see her shiver with each touch of the cold metal. Growing tired of this, I pushed harder into her skin as I dragged the blade along the surface, drawing a thin line of blood. I smirked as she screamed out in pain. Little bitch would be subjected to a lot more than that. I sincerely hoped for her sake that her pain tolerance had risen by then. Actually, that was a lie. I loved it. I. That’s it. I disregarded it at first and then noticed how strange it really was when I got home. I opened it and saw a neatly typed note. I have enjoyed your show on many occasions, slut. You could have a future at my tower. If you are interested call the number at the bottom and you be told where to go. Now that was strange. Who was this person? Should I answer it? It could be a dreanged psycho. Or it could be a much better club. I gazed back to the bills and picked up the phone. It was late. He asked her to lift her feet so he could wash them, too, and kissed each cheek of her butt, as she raised them.He turned her, and began his journey down her exquisite body. Washing her throat, her chest, and her breasts, kissing each of them, and lightly sucking the brownish nipples as he rinsed them free of the soap. His fingers trailed down her tummy, making the muscles flutter with his touch. He continued down to her Mons and pushed gently to open her legs enough to was her inner sanctum,.