It is well into the space age. Justine, like the majority of the world's population, lives in the metropolis of Metropolis, a large city-state that is...the center of the world's economy and everything else. Metropolis has a very limited government that does little to stop the criminal groups and corrupt moguls who are slowly taking over the city. In fact, the current president, John Radon, has several staff members with links to a notorious criminal mastermind, known to the populace only as. Robert caught up with some of his studying and reviewed his dissertation, avoiding the urge to dump it in the recycle bin.His evening was rescued by the trill of the phone."Hello." Hi is that Michael?" Robert reached for his pad."Yes, Michael speaking, how can I help you?" Hi, my name's Rachel, I need an escort for this weekend and wondered if you were free. I saw your advert in the local newspaper. Is that your real picture?" Hi Rachel, yep that's me. The weekend is free at the moment. What. Men seemed to want to help him, as if he wasn't capable of performing any task. At first he had thought it was because of his injury, but even now that he was well on the way to recovery, he was still treated the same.Even worse was the way men ogled his body. It was quite a beautiful body, Paul knew. His own reactions to being mentally undressed by every passing man were a little schizophrenic. On the one hand, he was embarrassed and angry, but on the other he treated it as a compliment. On. A pair of shorts and t-shirt made the most sense. Underneath however, delicate turquoise panties with black lace trim and a black lacy push up bra with front closure. The t-shirt was simple, black but very open neckline and low cut with a little tie-up to draw attention to her cleavage. It was an attention getter and today it was intended to get one man’s attention. After spending some time trying to get her hair just right, and a light touch of make-up, all that was left was a shot of perfume..