Be a good girl and obey." Her nipples were being crushed,fingers still gripping them tightly, squeezing the blood from each. The bloodexploded back in...o the tips when he released them, the pain quickly following.Now the others were going to touch them, would they do the same as Dr. Michaeldid, make her nipples hard, arouse her. She hesitated at his command, knowingthe other doctors were already gathering around her half-naked body, theirfingers eager to run over her teenage flesh. She. Her deep front exposed the tops of big, creamy, pendulous breasts. Her waist was slim, her hips wide and flaring. Her hair was neatly combed open, her brows trimmed and she was wearing pink gloss on her lips. The interior of her car was filled with the luxurious smell of her perfume. Dez made her a compliment and she blushed and thanked him. The concert was crowded and it was very good. A band from Congo was playing and though Dez couldn’t understand the language they were singing in, he was. "She ain't a cooze Stevens," Zabinsky whispered, looking around furtively."She a fucking trans," he smirked."Well the Agency has rules about trans too; you can't throw her in lockupwith men. You gonna get yourself suspended, maybe worse" Stevens hissed."The bitch has a mouth on her and she has information I want. She spendsthe night with the gangbangers or she talks. The Feebs don't get heruntil tomorrow either way," Zabinsky seethed."Fuck this! You're on your own!" Stevens walked. Classic FM. I love classical music. Most music, to be honest, but classical is my joy. In a just world, music would have been my life. But now? As a prostitute, if hopefully an ex-prostitute – and possibly pregnant, too – that was probably a dead dream.“Are you hungry?” His voice – a mellow baritone – pierced my reverie.“I’m okay.” That was less than honest. I hadn’t eaten since the day before yesterday.“Well, I’ll be stopping for a snack in a few miles. I’ll certainly treat you to.