The rules said that she had only one client. She couldn't meet her quota by earning money from other men, could she? Alex struggled to remember the ex...ct wording of the letter but wasn't sure if it said that she had to earn six hundred dollars from him or just pay six hundred dollars earned by selling her services. But it definitely said that he was her only client. Didn't it?What was she doing right now? Did she have her lips wrapped around the stranger's cock? Was she bent over a chair with. The hotel was a masterpiece of 18th century Dutch architecture. Her cloak was taken, and they walked into the room, where the reception was being held. The Chairman was announced, every head in the room turned to him, and in turn to see who was holding his arm. A waiter, with a silver tray of drinks offered a glass, they both took one. There were hands to be shaken, dowagers to be kissed. The Chairman worked the room, seeking out those he wanted to speak to, patting the occasional person on the. The trouble was, all of my mom's lessons assumed a lack of reciprocal interest and I wasn't sure this applied here. "Because it's not right," I managed to say. "My mom wouldn't..." Forget your mom," the older woman said, sliding ever so slightly closer to me. She reached out and stroked my arm with the back of her fingers, causing meadows of gooseflesh to bloom wherever she touched me. "What do you want?"I melted back into the sofa, feeling my heart hammering in my chest. My cheeks were. Yet, she was still a virgin. Unlike her older brother Chico who was known all over school as a lady killer, Trica wanted very badly to fit in, but had also heeded her mother's advice about the dangers of sex and the advantages of waiting. She wanted to lose her virginity to end the continual stream of jokes and barbs, yet hadn't been able to bring herself to "go all the way". She had dated, even engaged in some heavy petting, but so far the treasure between her legs had gone untapped."Well,.