"No Vic!" She turned from him and started towards the door. But Vic was too fast and he pushed her against the dresser. He reached under her skirt and...massaged her ass. "You're so fucking hot," he breathed into her ear.Vic turned Jen around so she was facing him. He groped her tits, and then his hand went under her skirt, cupping her pussy. "No Vic, don't, stop." Her pleas were cut short as Vic planted his mouth over her's. Jen tried to pull away but he was too strong. He pulled her flimsy. I’ve got to draw my vision. Interstingly, this is the time when I start thinking of reason’s to procrastinate. I should get a drink, or fix something to eat. I think I have to go to the bathroom, but realize that I really don’t. I run my tongue over my teeth though, and realize that they could use a good brushing. And I should change this shirt, it’s really to nice to be working in. I know that all of this is just a way to avoid potentially spoiling the beautiful golden background I’ve created. ‘Yes, I won’t deny it.’ ‘Well help me get this thing set up and I’ll bring him back.’ ‘What can I do?’ ‘Something will come to me,’ I said it with a wicked smile. ‘I thought that was a one time thing?’ she said smiling. ‘It was a one time thing with Bob.’ I agreed. ‘You know I’m not bi,’ she said seriously. ‘Do I really, it’s not exactly what I remember.’ The booth’s table was narrow to squeeze the maximum number of booths into the minimum amount of space available. It was close enough so that. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind? Chapter Ten: The Kind Client Angel rolled over to look at the alarm clock on the nightstand. It was ten in the morning. She had only slept seven hours, but she felt fairly rested. She sat up with a groan, her body creaked and cracked. She looked around at the room. The walls were fairly bare. A dresser sat on the opposite wall from the bed, next to the.