The man introduced himself as Tony and they went to get some food. While they were eating, Tony explained what the job would entail. Basically, he wor...ed for a company that supplied dancers for private parties. “Like strippers you mean” she asked. He said yes but in her case, it would be for a certain clientele, namely Asian businessmen. They were apparently infatuated with redheads and they were highly prized. They also command top dollar for their services. Well, at least now she understood. "You know, I could do your hands and arms, too. No extra charge." Angelgrinned. "In for a penny, I guess. Are you sure?" Angel took that hand and ran her own over it, front and back. Then shemoved up her arm, cupping her hands into a sort of cuff to get all sidesat once. Soon she was at her shoulder. She let her compare hands and arms.Again, the difference was striking. Without comment, she smiled and heldout her other hand. While she was working on it, Angel got a mischievous gleam in her. I think I know what you need better than you do your self.” Jean turned to Elodie and let her leash fall from his hand to the ground. Jean motioned for Elodie to kneel on the ground beneath Martine’s hips. From the side table Jean passed Elodie a small ivory handle with several long soft bristles on the end. “Un baiser colibri!” Martine’s eyes flew wide and she mewed in nervousness as her hips wiggled wondering what a “hummingbird kiss” might be? Jean lowered the dildo towards Martine’s tight. ‘Can we call someone? Who should I call for you?’ ‘There’s no one to call.’ ‘I can’t call your family? A friend?’ ‘My family is gone and I don’t have friends.’ And she again began to cry. ‘God I look frightful.’ Her eyes were red, her nose was red, her hair looked like stringy spaghetti pasted to her head, she still had the gasoline soaked life vest on, the dirty off white sundress, flat white flip flops. John had to agree with her, she looked frightful and mournful. He had never seen anyone so.