Maybe fate had thrown me something I could work with. Time to test things out."Stand!" I ordered and, grabbing a handful of her wet and matted hair I ...ulled her to her feet. She gave a little squeal of protest which I ignored."Shut up slut and follow me."I walked out of the kitchen dragging her behind me by her hair. I led her into the sitting room and placed her in the centre."Don't move until I tell you". I walked over to my armchair and sat down."Turn and face me" I told her. Slowly she did. She was teasing me. And doing a damn good job of it. I wanted to stand, but I was weak in the knees. I knew that if I did, I would buckle. I watched her close her eyes and bring her left hand to her mouth. There, she rested the index finger of her left hand in the corner of her mouth. With her free hand, she rubbed it down her hot stomach, over her abdomen, and took her index finger and circled where there would be pubic hair if she had not been shaved smooth. Slowly, I watched her. I know you said you wouldn't be mad but I was still so scared you wouldn't be able to take it and would leave me. There's something else that I have to tell you, though." What's that?" I asked."Now that I've done it, I'm not sure I can go back to the way it was. I just finished fucking a perfect stranger and I already want more. What have I become?" You've become that wet dream I've always longed for. I guess we'll have to make that tattoo a little more permanent."She chuckled at my comment and. My VIP room is a place where movers and shakers come to finish out their deals and then party late into the night hassle free. Most of the girls that are known as my VIP girls are there to make the meetings a relaxed atmosphere. But most of these women are wannabe models and actresses all wanting to be like Marilyn Monroe and be discovered or to find an unsuspecting multi-millionaire to take care of them for the rest of their lives.But you shouldn’t be fooled by my VIP ladies. The ladies are.