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My name is Sarah, and I’ve never told anyone this story, but I just have to share it with someone. Keeping the secret has been driving me crazy, but none of my friends would understand, and while I’m not ashamed, I’d hate for them to judge me for it. Hell, only a half-dozen years ago I probably would have judged any of my friends for telling me a story half as crazy as what I lived. I guess I don’t care if strangers judge me, or call me a whore for what I’ve done. And actually, that’s exactly what I became during this life-changing experience. And, besides, I’ve grown to like when strangers call me a whore now, so I dare you to do your worst.
I had already gone through a pretty dramatic life change about 6 years ago, when my husband told me he fantasized about me having sex with other men. I’ll spare you the details, because that’s a story of its own, but after some resistance, I grew to like the idea. First as a fantasy to spice up the bedroom, but then as we talked more it became a real possibility. Before long, we were posting ads and having hotwife weekends away from home with the men who responded to my satisfaction. I grew to look forward to those getaways, and the rush became like an addiction. We mainly frequented hotels in the city, not too far from home, but we also branched out on occasion to Jamaica, Miami and Las Vegas.
Which is where this story really starts. It seemed like one of our usual hotwife getaway weekends, destination Las Vegas, only this time he goes a few days ahead of me to set things up. When I arrive, he’s booked us a suite and he’s not there but there’s a note and a package waiting for me. The note tells me to get showered up and then put on what’s in the box. I look in the box and there’s a pair of sunglasses and a bright pink wig, a see-through white mesh top and sexy black bra, a tiny stretch miniskirt, pink thigh-high stockings, a pair of black stiletto boots that go up over the knee, and a pink feather boa. I take one look and realize that I’m going to look like a hooker when I put this outfit on, so although I have butterflies in my stomach knowing how many looks I’ll get when I get out in public, I decide to have fun and play it up. So I put my makeup on with a heavy hand - not too much concealer, but dark smoky eyes and bright pink lip gloss. I notice that there are no panties in the box and that the skirt doesn’t even cover the tops of my thigh-highs, so this will be interesting. There’s a note at the bottom of the box that tells me to go out through the lobby and my ride will be waiting for me...
So there’s no slipping out the side door, I guess. I pop some hot pink bubble gum in my mouth and get into character, snapping and blowing bubbles on my way out the door. In the elevator, moms are covering their k**s eyes and their husbands eyes are bugging out of their heads trying to sneak looks at me and it gets me even further into my bad girl character, and I strut through the lobby as heads turn to follow me. As I step outside into the bright Vegas sun, I see a large black man standing by a long black limo motion to me to get in. He holds the door open for me as he greets me. Fully in character now, I say, “hi handsome, going to take me for a ride?” And he just smiles and says “Go ahead and get in, miss, it’s all been arranged. You might want to take that off and leave it with me for safekeeping, though.” Pointing to my wedding ring - oh, duh, I think, what kind of hooker has a big rock on her finger?? So I hand him the rings and lower my sunglasses to peer over the rims at him, wetting my lips as I look him up and down. “Okay, rain check then, I guess.” And he gives me a wink as I hop in the back.
Inside, I notice that the limo is decked out with a fully stocked bar, several prominently displayed dildoes, a bottle of lube, and a jar full of condoms. Looks like someone’s planning a party, I think as we pull away from the hotel. I decide it’s a good time to pour myself a drink, so I go straight for the vodka on the rocks and polish off a double as the limo glides through traffic. The streets outside start looking a little shabbier and less “Vegas glam” and we even pass a few girls on the corner dressed similar to me. Oh shit, I think, he can’t be thinking of putting me out on a street corner dressed like this! Does he really want me to turn some random tricks?? The thought terrifies me, but my pussy gets wet anyway.
My fears subside a bit as we pull into the parking garage of a nondescript office building. After we park, and my driver opens the door for me he says, “Follow me.” I ask where we’re going, but he doesn’t answer he just leads me to the elevator and we head up to the 6th floor. When we get up there the doors open to a lobby with pictures of half naked women and men on all the walls. There are a few scantily clad girls hanging out and chatting at a small bar, and they stop talking and watch as we pass. My driver leads me to a hall in the back and knocks at a door. After a few beats it opens sharply and I see a well-dressed, well-groomed man with not a hint of a smile on his face. He directs me to sit down at a chair in front of his broad, ornate oak desk. Clearly a guy who is used to women doing as he says. My driver stays outside and I take a seat at the desk. Without a word or glance to me, he picks up the phone and says “Send them up.” and hangs up. He finally looks at me and says, “your husband came to me with an interesting proposition, and I have to say, I was very intrigued, but I am a businessman and I need to be sure his offer won’t reflect poorly on me or my business.”
“What is it you do?” I ask, but he holds up a hand and continues talking as if it doesn’t matter what I have to say.
“Your husband wanted this to be a surprise, but he said you would be very willing and are capable of what you’ll be asked to do. I see you don’t have any problem dressing the part, but I need to know if you have the talent.” At that there is a knock at the door, and he calls for them to enter. A group of handsome men, 6 of them altogether, files in and I recognize at least a couple of them from the pictures on the lobby walls. He motions for them to have a seat in chairs positions around the perimeter of the office. “You can decline and leave anytime you want to, but if you decide to stay, I want you to know that you are committing to what will be asked of you for the remainder of the evening. Now,” he says, lowering the lights and putting on some pulsing club music, “I want you to do a strip tease to the music, and then give each of these gentlemen your best lap dance.”
I gulp a bit, and screw up my courage before standing up and taking off the sunglasses to lay them on the desk as I begin to move. I’ve never actually worked as a stripper, but my pole-dancing classes pay off, and I move my body seductively, paying attention to each of them in turn as I start to remove items of clothing, pausing to writhe on the floor, get up to all fours and crawl to the closest man. Down the just my wig, thigh highs and boots now, I begin to gyrate on his lap, brushing my breasts across his face and rubbing my pussy against the hardening cock I feel through his pants. I feel his tongue flick across my nipples and then he’s sucking on them as his strong hands grab my ass and pull me in with each stroke. His fingers brush my asshole, and then find the wetness of my pussy, but he restrains himself to softly stroking my labia and clit. Before it goes too much further, I stand and move on to the next man, and repeat the process. Some of them suck my tits, and others kiss my neck, while others just sit back and let me do all the work. When I get to the last, he gets a bit more aggressive and handsy, but I go along with it. Then he pushes me off his lap and down to my knees as he unzips and pulls an enormous cock out, saying, “time to suck my dick, slut.” I glance over to the man sitting behind the desk, and he just nods, so I take him in my mouth and give him my best, playing with my nipples for show as I lick around his balls and up his shaft, then taking him in my mouth again. “No hands,” he says and I drop my hand from his cock to play with my dripping wet pussy. His hands grasp the back of my head and he begins to push me down deeper on his cock, deeper and faster until he’s fucking my throat. I can take it at first, but start to gag and pull away. His strong hands pull me back and he plunges that big cock back into my mouth and down my throat and he holds my forehead down against his belly, balls-deep in my mouth and throat. I feel the need to take a breath and my pussy starts tingling but he holds me there another beat, and another, until finally he pulls my head up by my hair, looks me in the eye and says, “Are you hungry?” I stare at him blankly for a second, so he asks again, a little more forcefully this time. Out of breath, I just nod vigorously, so he pushes my open mouth down on his cock again and pushes my head up and down a few more strokes before I taste his hot jizz fill up my mouth. I swallow as he pulls my head back up to look in my face and bite my lower lip seductively before letting out a little sigh. “Ahhh”, I say just like in the doctor’s office, as I open my mouth and stick out my tongue, flipping it up to show him I didn’t spill a drop. He gives me a satisfied look, and I start to get up, but the man behind the desk says, “Not yet, you need to finish off the rest first,” he says and motions to the others and they begin to gather around me, “and be sure to swallow them all, we don’t want you getting too messy and ruining your makeup before your big date.” The remaining five male escorts, as I’ve come to realize who these people are and where I am, surround me and for the first time in my life I have five beautifully large and semi-hard dicks swinging in front of my face. I savor every one of them, sucking, gagging and lapping at them and stroking them with my hands simultaneously until each one spurts its precious hot liquid sex into my mouth and I swallow them all greedily down my throat like I’ve been on a desert island and it’s the first taste of water I’ve had in days. The men then gently help me up and guide me back to the seat facing the desk, before exiting the room.
“I have to say, I’m very impressed with your skills, both the dancing and the oral talents you’ve shown. I’d like to see how well you fuck, but I don’t want you to be too worn out for tonight. That being said, I can’t resist a taste. Come around to the desk.” There was no question in his voice, so I did as he said, still wondering what “tonight’s festivities” entailed. As I reached his side of the desk, he took me by the nape of my neck without a word and bent me down so my feet were still flat on the floor while my upper body lay face down on his desk. His fingers gently probed my pussy, and feeling the wetness there, slipped in effortlessly. His touch was expert, and as his fingers teased my g-spot I felt the trembling edge of an orgasm before he abruptly removed them and held them up to my lips. I parted my lips and sucked my own juices from his fingers without hesitation, “Ah, good, I see you like your own taste,” he said before thrusting his face between my legs and taking a taste of his own. As the previous lost orgasm began to edge back up again, he moved up, first licking and then sticking a tongue in my asshole and I pushed back against him in pleasure. I felt him withdraw, but a strong hand kept me pinned the desk, and then I felt his hard cock push up against my asshole, and I relaxed to let him in. Lubed only with his spit, and that was enough, he began fucking my ass slowly at first, kneading my hips and buttocks as he went, picking up speed, depth and force, until he finally had his hands on my shoulders pulling me into his thrusts as he pounded me against his hard cold deck. I could feel his balls slapping against my pussy and could feel the orgasm rising again, only this time he did not stop. He kept going as I cried out and began shaking all over. As my orgasm subsided he withdrew and pulled me up off the desk and down onto my knees. “Perhaps you’d like another taste of yourself from the other side?” he asked, positioning his cock inches from my mouth, with a look on my face almost daring me to decline. I was too turned on to stop now, though. Although I’d never allowed another man - my husband included - to go ass to mouth with me, I took him in my mouth without question, lavishing his cock with attention from my lips, tongue and mouth. When he came it shot nearly directly down my throat. I struggled not to choke or let any escape, and managed to get it all down, feeling the seventh load of cum I’d swallowed in the last hour settle in my stomach.
“You were better than I expected,” he said, tucking himself back into his pants and pouring himself a drink. “I admit when your husband came to me with the idea of hiring you out as an escort, I was skeptical to say the least. When he said he wanted it to be a surprise for you I thought he was joking and wasting my time, but when he showed me your pictures I was interested, and when he shared the home video of your threesome with those two well-endowed black bulls, I knew I saw raw talent. I can always spot talent, but I had to see you in person. I usually take all my girls for a test drive before booking them, but since time is short, I’ll have to be satisfied with that for now. You’ll have to come back before you leave for home and let me have your pussy. As for tonight, your husband has planned a special surprise. I’ve booked you as the entertainment for a bachelor party. Not just any entertainment, though. There are eight of them, and they’ve requested an escort for a gangbang. Paid top dollar too. They must have enjoyed your photographs as much as I did. Anyway, they’ll be arriving at the strip club now, and James will drive you over to pick them up in the limo. You’ll accompany them back to their suite at the Palms. James will provide security for your safety. I recommend you have a bite to eat before you head over - stick to carbs, pasta or bread. You don’t want to go there will a belly full of semen and vodka, or you’ll end up passing out or throwing up. Eat some food, nothing too heavy, have another vodka to get your courage up, and then lay off the drinks until the ride home. Go on, get dressed and get going.” he said, and with my head reeling from the news, dizzy with excitement, nerves, and a healthy dose of fear, I got back into my outfit, what little there was of it, and headed for the door. “And don’t forget,” he said as I stepped through the doorway, raising his voice to be heard, “you owe me a piece of that pussy! Don’t get on that plane without coming back for a longer visit. I don’t want to have to come and find you.”
In the lobby, James took me politely by the arm and led me back to the limo. I couldn’t believe what had happened. How the hell did my husband make a deal with this man, this...pimp?? I’ve always had a high sex drive, and it became especially pronounced since Eric suggested we open our marriage to others, and that eventually grew into him sharing me with other men while remaining monogamous with me. But the most I’d had up to this point was a threesome. Between the threesome with the two bulls and Eric reclaiming me after, the most guys I’d been with in a 24 hour period was three. Now I’d sucked seven dicks and been fucked in the ass in the course of an hour, and my evening hadn’t even started yet! Eight men, holy shit, what did Eric get me into? We’d talked about arranging a gangbang for me before, but I seem to recall saying that I’d like around four or five men, and had been thinking i could make myself comfortable in a hotel room by myself where they’d come to me with husband there to watch over me, not be taken to them by a stranger and expected to put on a professional show! And where the hell was Eric? I wanted another vodka, but felt my stomach rumble and decided to take the man’s...my pimp’s...advice and wait until after I had a bite to eat.
I had already gone through a pretty dramatic life change about 6 years ago, when my husband told me he fantasized about me having sex with other men. I’ll spare you the details, because that’s a story of its own, but after some resistance, I grew to like the idea. First as a fantasy to spice up the bedroom, but then as we talked more it became a real possibility. Before long, we were posting ads and having hotwife weekends away from home with the men who responded to my satisfaction. I grew to look forward to those getaways, and the rush became like an addiction. We mainly frequented hotels in the city, not too far from home, but we also branched out on occasion to Jamaica, Miami and Las Vegas.
Which is where this story really starts. It seemed like one of our usual hotwife getaway weekends, destination Las Vegas, only this time he goes a few days ahead of me to set things up. When I arrive, he’s booked us a suite and he’s not there but there’s a note and a package waiting for me. The note tells me to get showered up and then put on what’s in the box. I look in the box and there’s a pair of sunglasses and a bright pink wig, a see-through white mesh top and sexy black bra, a tiny stretch miniskirt, pink thigh-high stockings, a pair of black stiletto boots that go up over the knee, and a pink feather boa. I take one look and realize that I’m going to look like a hooker when I put this outfit on, so although I have butterflies in my stomach knowing how many looks I’ll get when I get out in public, I decide to have fun and play it up. So I put my makeup on with a heavy hand - not too much concealer, but dark smoky eyes and bright pink lip gloss. I notice that there are no panties in the box and that the skirt doesn’t even cover the tops of my thigh-highs, so this will be interesting. There’s a note at the bottom of the box that tells me to go out through the lobby and my ride will be waiting for me...
So there’s no slipping out the side door, I guess. I pop some hot pink bubble gum in my mouth and get into character, snapping and blowing bubbles on my way out the door. In the elevator, moms are covering their k**s eyes and their husbands eyes are bugging out of their heads trying to sneak looks at me and it gets me even further into my bad girl character, and I strut through the lobby as heads turn to follow me. As I step outside into the bright Vegas sun, I see a large black man standing by a long black limo motion to me to get in. He holds the door open for me as he greets me. Fully in character now, I say, “hi handsome, going to take me for a ride?” And he just smiles and says “Go ahead and get in, miss, it’s all been arranged. You might want to take that off and leave it with me for safekeeping, though.” Pointing to my wedding ring - oh, duh, I think, what kind of hooker has a big rock on her finger?? So I hand him the rings and lower my sunglasses to peer over the rims at him, wetting my lips as I look him up and down. “Okay, rain check then, I guess.” And he gives me a wink as I hop in the back.
Inside, I notice that the limo is decked out with a fully stocked bar, several prominently displayed dildoes, a bottle of lube, and a jar full of condoms. Looks like someone’s planning a party, I think as we pull away from the hotel. I decide it’s a good time to pour myself a drink, so I go straight for the vodka on the rocks and polish off a double as the limo glides through traffic. The streets outside start looking a little shabbier and less “Vegas glam” and we even pass a few girls on the corner dressed similar to me. Oh shit, I think, he can’t be thinking of putting me out on a street corner dressed like this! Does he really want me to turn some random tricks?? The thought terrifies me, but my pussy gets wet anyway.
My fears subside a bit as we pull into the parking garage of a nondescript office building. After we park, and my driver opens the door for me he says, “Follow me.” I ask where we’re going, but he doesn’t answer he just leads me to the elevator and we head up to the 6th floor. When we get up there the doors open to a lobby with pictures of half naked women and men on all the walls. There are a few scantily clad girls hanging out and chatting at a small bar, and they stop talking and watch as we pass. My driver leads me to a hall in the back and knocks at a door. After a few beats it opens sharply and I see a well-dressed, well-groomed man with not a hint of a smile on his face. He directs me to sit down at a chair in front of his broad, ornate oak desk. Clearly a guy who is used to women doing as he says. My driver stays outside and I take a seat at the desk. Without a word or glance to me, he picks up the phone and says “Send them up.” and hangs up. He finally looks at me and says, “your husband came to me with an interesting proposition, and I have to say, I was very intrigued, but I am a businessman and I need to be sure his offer won’t reflect poorly on me or my business.”
“What is it you do?” I ask, but he holds up a hand and continues talking as if it doesn’t matter what I have to say.
“Your husband wanted this to be a surprise, but he said you would be very willing and are capable of what you’ll be asked to do. I see you don’t have any problem dressing the part, but I need to know if you have the talent.” At that there is a knock at the door, and he calls for them to enter. A group of handsome men, 6 of them altogether, files in and I recognize at least a couple of them from the pictures on the lobby walls. He motions for them to have a seat in chairs positions around the perimeter of the office. “You can decline and leave anytime you want to, but if you decide to stay, I want you to know that you are committing to what will be asked of you for the remainder of the evening. Now,” he says, lowering the lights and putting on some pulsing club music, “I want you to do a strip tease to the music, and then give each of these gentlemen your best lap dance.”
I gulp a bit, and screw up my courage before standing up and taking off the sunglasses to lay them on the desk as I begin to move. I’ve never actually worked as a stripper, but my pole-dancing classes pay off, and I move my body seductively, paying attention to each of them in turn as I start to remove items of clothing, pausing to writhe on the floor, get up to all fours and crawl to the closest man. Down the just my wig, thigh highs and boots now, I begin to gyrate on his lap, brushing my breasts across his face and rubbing my pussy against the hardening cock I feel through his pants. I feel his tongue flick across my nipples and then he’s sucking on them as his strong hands grab my ass and pull me in with each stroke. His fingers brush my asshole, and then find the wetness of my pussy, but he restrains himself to softly stroking my labia and clit. Before it goes too much further, I stand and move on to the next man, and repeat the process. Some of them suck my tits, and others kiss my neck, while others just sit back and let me do all the work. When I get to the last, he gets a bit more aggressive and handsy, but I go along with it. Then he pushes me off his lap and down to my knees as he unzips and pulls an enormous cock out, saying, “time to suck my dick, slut.” I glance over to the man sitting behind the desk, and he just nods, so I take him in my mouth and give him my best, playing with my nipples for show as I lick around his balls and up his shaft, then taking him in my mouth again. “No hands,” he says and I drop my hand from his cock to play with my dripping wet pussy. His hands grasp the back of my head and he begins to push me down deeper on his cock, deeper and faster until he’s fucking my throat. I can take it at first, but start to gag and pull away. His strong hands pull me back and he plunges that big cock back into my mouth and down my throat and he holds my forehead down against his belly, balls-deep in my mouth and throat. I feel the need to take a breath and my pussy starts tingling but he holds me there another beat, and another, until finally he pulls my head up by my hair, looks me in the eye and says, “Are you hungry?” I stare at him blankly for a second, so he asks again, a little more forcefully this time. Out of breath, I just nod vigorously, so he pushes my open mouth down on his cock again and pushes my head up and down a few more strokes before I taste his hot jizz fill up my mouth. I swallow as he pulls my head back up to look in my face and bite my lower lip seductively before letting out a little sigh. “Ahhh”, I say just like in the doctor’s office, as I open my mouth and stick out my tongue, flipping it up to show him I didn’t spill a drop. He gives me a satisfied look, and I start to get up, but the man behind the desk says, “Not yet, you need to finish off the rest first,” he says and motions to the others and they begin to gather around me, “and be sure to swallow them all, we don’t want you getting too messy and ruining your makeup before your big date.” The remaining five male escorts, as I’ve come to realize who these people are and where I am, surround me and for the first time in my life I have five beautifully large and semi-hard dicks swinging in front of my face. I savor every one of them, sucking, gagging and lapping at them and stroking them with my hands simultaneously until each one spurts its precious hot liquid sex into my mouth and I swallow them all greedily down my throat like I’ve been on a desert island and it’s the first taste of water I’ve had in days. The men then gently help me up and guide me back to the seat facing the desk, before exiting the room.
“I have to say, I’m very impressed with your skills, both the dancing and the oral talents you’ve shown. I’d like to see how well you fuck, but I don’t want you to be too worn out for tonight. That being said, I can’t resist a taste. Come around to the desk.” There was no question in his voice, so I did as he said, still wondering what “tonight’s festivities” entailed. As I reached his side of the desk, he took me by the nape of my neck without a word and bent me down so my feet were still flat on the floor while my upper body lay face down on his desk. His fingers gently probed my pussy, and feeling the wetness there, slipped in effortlessly. His touch was expert, and as his fingers teased my g-spot I felt the trembling edge of an orgasm before he abruptly removed them and held them up to my lips. I parted my lips and sucked my own juices from his fingers without hesitation, “Ah, good, I see you like your own taste,” he said before thrusting his face between my legs and taking a taste of his own. As the previous lost orgasm began to edge back up again, he moved up, first licking and then sticking a tongue in my asshole and I pushed back against him in pleasure. I felt him withdraw, but a strong hand kept me pinned the desk, and then I felt his hard cock push up against my asshole, and I relaxed to let him in. Lubed only with his spit, and that was enough, he began fucking my ass slowly at first, kneading my hips and buttocks as he went, picking up speed, depth and force, until he finally had his hands on my shoulders pulling me into his thrusts as he pounded me against his hard cold deck. I could feel his balls slapping against my pussy and could feel the orgasm rising again, only this time he did not stop. He kept going as I cried out and began shaking all over. As my orgasm subsided he withdrew and pulled me up off the desk and down onto my knees. “Perhaps you’d like another taste of yourself from the other side?” he asked, positioning his cock inches from my mouth, with a look on my face almost daring me to decline. I was too turned on to stop now, though. Although I’d never allowed another man - my husband included - to go ass to mouth with me, I took him in my mouth without question, lavishing his cock with attention from my lips, tongue and mouth. When he came it shot nearly directly down my throat. I struggled not to choke or let any escape, and managed to get it all down, feeling the seventh load of cum I’d swallowed in the last hour settle in my stomach.
“You were better than I expected,” he said, tucking himself back into his pants and pouring himself a drink. “I admit when your husband came to me with the idea of hiring you out as an escort, I was skeptical to say the least. When he said he wanted it to be a surprise for you I thought he was joking and wasting my time, but when he showed me your pictures I was interested, and when he shared the home video of your threesome with those two well-endowed black bulls, I knew I saw raw talent. I can always spot talent, but I had to see you in person. I usually take all my girls for a test drive before booking them, but since time is short, I’ll have to be satisfied with that for now. You’ll have to come back before you leave for home and let me have your pussy. As for tonight, your husband has planned a special surprise. I’ve booked you as the entertainment for a bachelor party. Not just any entertainment, though. There are eight of them, and they’ve requested an escort for a gangbang. Paid top dollar too. They must have enjoyed your photographs as much as I did. Anyway, they’ll be arriving at the strip club now, and James will drive you over to pick them up in the limo. You’ll accompany them back to their suite at the Palms. James will provide security for your safety. I recommend you have a bite to eat before you head over - stick to carbs, pasta or bread. You don’t want to go there will a belly full of semen and vodka, or you’ll end up passing out or throwing up. Eat some food, nothing too heavy, have another vodka to get your courage up, and then lay off the drinks until the ride home. Go on, get dressed and get going.” he said, and with my head reeling from the news, dizzy with excitement, nerves, and a healthy dose of fear, I got back into my outfit, what little there was of it, and headed for the door. “And don’t forget,” he said as I stepped through the doorway, raising his voice to be heard, “you owe me a piece of that pussy! Don’t get on that plane without coming back for a longer visit. I don’t want to have to come and find you.”
In the lobby, James took me politely by the arm and led me back to the limo. I couldn’t believe what had happened. How the hell did my husband make a deal with this man, this...pimp?? I’ve always had a high sex drive, and it became especially pronounced since Eric suggested we open our marriage to others, and that eventually grew into him sharing me with other men while remaining monogamous with me. But the most I’d had up to this point was a threesome. Between the threesome with the two bulls and Eric reclaiming me after, the most guys I’d been with in a 24 hour period was three. Now I’d sucked seven dicks and been fucked in the ass in the course of an hour, and my evening hadn’t even started yet! Eight men, holy shit, what did Eric get me into? We’d talked about arranging a gangbang for me before, but I seem to recall saying that I’d like around four or five men, and had been thinking i could make myself comfortable in a hotel room by myself where they’d come to me with husband there to watch over me, not be taken to them by a stranger and expected to put on a professional show! And where the hell was Eric? I wanted another vodka, but felt my stomach rumble and decided to take the man’s...my pimp’s...advice and wait until after I had a bite to eat.
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