We chatted over the sound of the heater that whirred at my feet to make sure I was warm. She said she'd worked with Trudy a couple of times at fashion...shows and picked up several tips from her. When I paid close attention, I could see some of Trudy's technique had rubbed off on her.They dressed me in a blue-sequined evening gown with matching eye and lip embellishments. Another girl who I'd worked with once before right when I got started in the business, Patrice, a stunning black girl from. It was very easy to garner a new 'partner' often with a higher payout to us for the simple act of selecting them and watching the takeover happen. Even if it failed, our 'old' partner wanted to have us back, would sweeten the deal and leaving the fold became known as a form of 'suicide', which none of them wanted to do.This new threat though was well funded and supported across the world. That we saw as a major weakness. On paper they were larger and covered a greater area than we did. Reality. We hadn't said much during it other then how hot she was or if the dudes in the scene were good looking. I asked him if I was allowed to go p*&^ and he said well what about you touching yourself. I said well I guess you have to watch to see if I do anything outside of the normal. He said fair enough so we went to the bathroom and it felt so good I moaned. He laughed and he went in after me. We went back to the bed. I decided to lay down and he joined me. I had my right arm over my head. It would never occur to her that his father was such an unmitigated bastard. What would she do if she found out? Would they get a divorce? Or would Wanda be kicked out of the house or what?This was going to take some thinking. Wanda couldn't be, kicked out yet... not till he had a piece. She was his only hope. He was too shy to make it to first base with any of the girls at school. They were all balling the big football types anyway. There wasn't a chance for him. But, God damn, if he could get.