Martine pulled him towards a short path, which cut through a grass verge. At the end of the path was a doorway, which led into one of the monolithic b...ildings. She opened the door with an enormous bunch of keys, which she produced from somewhere inside her skirt, and then she led him into a hallway.It was not a pleasant hallway. It smelled musty, with hints of old food and stale urine. The walls were plaster and painted a vile shade of green. The door at the far end, which presumably led to. The hotel had its own bar and its own girls and the hotel owner was effectively their Papa-san, yet he was indifferent to the fate of a bar girl, willing to treat her as a disposable asset from whom murderous foreigners should be protected if the girl should inconveniently die in the course of her trade. On Friday, the girls’ fourth payday came around. It was not only payday, Friday was Blen’s Hygiene day. Nick walked from his hotel to Hygiene with Blen, sheltering together under his umbrella. As we finished are cokes, Carl again, asked me to dance. He took my hand and we hit the dance floor. Again, the same pattern, a few fast songs, and then a slow one. I got hotter and hotter every time a slow song came around. I could tell Carl was getting excited too. As another one came Carl, was exploring my panties through the slit in my dress. I was grinding against him like I was a stripper doing a lap dance. We started to French kiss. I whispered in his ear, "I want you cock." He kissed. . And take the woman with him. Why not? It would be risky, of course, but if he could just get her aboard without creating a scene, he would have every advantage. The prospect was simply too attractive to resist. He could take her anywhere. She would be in his power.And it was possible that she would go willingly. She might be a Player.But what if she wouldn't go willingly? Phelps had recently been given a stark reminder that not every woman who liked to tease was a true Player. Or what if she.