"Pardon?" I squeaked."You heard, pick me up here tomorrow at 10.00."There was an assertive aggression to his voice which worried me, but Ihad asked an... it was too late now to go back on it."O, Ok," I stuttered, "tomorrow at 10.00, yes, I, I'll be here." And Itried my best to smile and nod at him as I did so.No more was said, except that he told me how much I owed him, I paid andthat was it. Before I knew it I was heading back to my mooring wonderingwhat I'd done.I spent the rest of that evening. “Dermot, take the slut into the front room, and explain things to her,” Jan said, “while me and Mike conclude our business.”Dermot grabbed my arm, and pulled me up, and dragged me into the lounge. He was a big man, tall, and muscled. He didn’t close the door, then he grabbed the neck of my dress, and just pulled. It tore, and he kept on tearing it until it was in tatters, and I stood in just a thong and heels. He pushed me back onto the sofa, and as I watched he unbuckled his jeans, pushing. I onw counted as one of her "regulars".When I rang to make the booking, Jan (always the true professional) uttered those five sexy words which are always a big turn-on, "How do you want me?". Well, on previous occasions I had tried the usual: black stockings and bra; a basque with her tits deliciously exposed; and even for her to greet me kneeling naked with a leather collar and chain round her neck. (I don't need to mention panties as she leaves them off when meeting a client as "they are. How about we meet at the beach? At 5 pm?”“Alright, sounds good. Here is my number **********, give me a call when you reach there.”“See you there.”Don’t be surprised. The beach was very crowded. And I think she was a really adventurous girl. Which she was. That will come later. After finishing up some work, took a bath. Put on a t-shirt and shorts, which was quite long. I definitely did not want to fill my jeans pockets with sand no matter what.4.15 PM. The weather was quite nice after the.