I took a deep breath and placed the headset on my head and adjusted it according to the instructions. One last look around the room and a mental check... Everything was connected, the doors to the house were locked, the answering machine was on and nothing was running that shouldn't be. I pulled the lever at the side of the chair and laid back and made myself comfortable. I pushed the start button on the remote and waited. I heard the CD changer start and a moment later everything went black and. So far, she’d played fair, not using her empathic abilities to ‘read’ the dealer’s cards. She had a ‘9’ and a ‘5’. The dealer’s ‘up’ card was a ‘6’. She looked at the dealer. There were two other players at the table showing face cards and she was holding up the game. She tapped her finger on the table. She got a Jack. ‘Damn!’Furious with herself, she got up and left the table. ‘I should have read his mind to find out what he had!’Tabatha would have continued to play, but she’d promised Jake. From the dark smoky alcohol filled air that affects my eyes, nose, and lungs. To the beat of the music which I feel throbbing in my pussy. To the whine of the guitar which threatens to tear out my soul. I look around and find him in the corner. I head to the bar and get two shots, vodka straight up. The liquid fire sliding down my throat is a reminder of the fire I’ll be feeling between my lower lips in a few minutes. I order a third vodka, on the rocks. I turn to survey the bar again, leaving. The pimp saw Amy and knew instinctively that Amy couldput up a fight."What is this, a takeover?" the pimp asked Amy. "Look I don't want anytrouble, you can work here alongside my girls. I would like a cut ofyour takings though." I am no sex worker," Amy said."Seriously?" the pimp replied. "Looks like you have gone to a lot oftrouble to look like the most famous prostitute on the silver screen tome. And your daughter here is clearly on the game." That's not my mum," Roberta said. "Who are.