Emma Holmes had spent several days thinking what lay in store for her at the address she had been ordered to go to by Herr Holzem. She had even seen Herr Holzem around her building at work but the grumpy head of Security hadn’t even acknowledged the dark haired beauty he had fucked several times and had totally under his command as a result of blackmailing her. Now the night was here. It was 9PM sharp and she was standing at the specified address. It was just a plain black door in a fairly quiet backstreet in an average part of town. She took a deep breath and pressed the camera doorbell.
“Hello!” A woman’s voice called out.
“Erm. My name is Emma Holmes. I have” Before Emma finished her sentence the woman voice interrupted her.
“Yes Miss Holmes, we have been expecting you. Push the door when you hear the buzzer.”
Seconds later Emma pushed the door and entered what looked like a plain and small hotel lobby. There were two girls around a similar age to her, both wearing plain black dresses. One of there girls introduced herself as Frida and asked Emma to follow her. Frida then went through a door at the side of the lobby. Emma followed Frida through the door into a narrow corridor with several doors along each side and another door at the very end. Frida opened a door along one of the corridor walls and ushered Emma inside to a large room. Once inside Emma’s jaw fell open as she stared at the contents.
The room could be best described as a large locker room, with a row of about a dozen lockers against one wall, showers and toilets at the far end and all around the room a number of mirrored dressing tables and a couple of large clothes rails from which were lots of skimpy dresses and items of lingerie. On the floor beneath the rails were a selection of stiletto shoes. As Emma stared she heard Frida say “OK Miss Holmes, this is the working girls dressing room, there are showers and you are free to use any of the clothing. There is a laundry basket at the entrance to the showers to deposit used clothes for cleaning. I will help you dress this evening and take you to the lounge.
Emma stared at Frida, unable to process what was going on. “What do you mean?” she asked Frida, her voice quivering. Frida looked at Emma and smiled as she realised the dark haired beauty had no idea of what she was here for. Several of the girls who worked in the private brothel, part owned by Max Holzem were doing so under duress, having either gotten into debt or being blackmailed. Despite her smile Frida did feel some empathy for Emma and told her to take a seat whilst she explained how things in the establishment they were in worked.
Emma sat, almost in a daze as Frida explained that she was now in a private brothel, and as part owner Max Holzem had sent her here to be one of the newest prostitutes, serving the clientele. Frida explained that everything in the room was hers to use, as she saw fit, or needed, dependant on the desires of the client. For every meeting there was a standard fee of one hundred euros, paid directly to the club, usually added to the account of the client. The working girls would receive fifty euros and if the client gave them a direct cash tip it was theirs to keep. Frida could see that Emma was almost in tears. “Oh come now Miss Holmes!” she said to Emma, very business like, “it’s not like you haven’t already been paid for sex now is it?”
Emma had to concede she had indeed already been paid for sex by Herr Wreder, one of the directors of the art gallery where she worked. She had to face the grim reality that she was now a whore. She took a deep breath and wiped her eyes before looking at Frida and saying “OK. What do I have to do?” Frida smiled and began by telling Emma to strip, whilst she turned to one of the clothes rails and began selecting some items she thought would fit and suit Emma.
Frida turned to face Emma and held out a red dress, telling Emma to put it on. Emma enquired about underwear and Frida told her it wasn’t necessary for the time being. Frida then told the dark haired beauty to select a pair of red shoes that fitted her, Finally Emma was directed to put on some dark eye make up and cherry red lipstick. Once dressed Frida asked Emma to turn around slowly and as she did Frida stopped her occasionally, adjusting the tight fitting fabric of the dress, making sure is showed off Emma’s tight butt and slim waist. Finally when Emma was facing Frida again Frida cupped the dark haired beauty’s breasts, giving them a good squeeze before, to Emma’s surprise, giving Emma kiss on her full plump cherry red lips, before telling her she would be ok. “I will look after you Miss Holmes.” Frida told a terrified Emma.
Frida told Emma she was now going to take her to the lounge where the clients drink and meet the girls. She pointed out to Emma that it was permitted for the girls to accept drinks but no alcohol. She then told Emma that she was going to introduce her to a man called Herr Heinze, sometimes he liked to he called Henry. He was to be her first customer but he was a good one. He sometimes liked to go to a private room, which Frida would show her the location of on the way to the lounge, and sometimes be entertained in the lounge area. His thing was to watch the girl dance seductively whilst he drank fine Scotch. He may or may not tell them to reveal themselves but the only sex he wanted was oral sex to full completion. He was in his early sixties and red was his favourite colour, hence the outfit Frida had chosen for Emma.
Frida led Emma through a door at the far end of the corridor into a large lounge area. Emma could see a small bar in the far corner and several plush chairs and sofas spread throughout the room, some had tables next to them and others didn’t. There were about a dozen men in the area, most of whom were seated, some had a girl, who Emma assumed were working girls, sitting next to them. Frida guided Emma across the lounge to a far corner, and through another door to briefly show her a corridor which Frida explained was where the private rooms were. Frida quickly showed Emma a typical too that was unoccupied, which contained a walk in shower, towels, a large bed, a soft chair and a table in the corner on which were wipes, condoms and lubricant.
Once Frida had explained the rules and use of the private rooms she directed Emma back out into the lounge area and across to the small bar. Frida introduced Emma to the two bar staff, two handsome and athletic men called Eric and Alf explaining that if, in the very unlikely event, any guest, over played their hand so to speak, then the girls were to call on Eric and Alf or whoever was working on the bar at that time and everything would be dealt with. Frida also explained to Emma that all the men who worked on the bar were forbidden to approach any girls for sexual favours.
Once done Frida ordered a glass of 18 year old Glenmorangie single malt, to be put on Herr Heinze’s account. The glass was placed on a tray which Frida handed to Emma before saying “Come now. I will introduce you yo Herr Heinze. Frida led Emma to a darkened corner of the lounge area where a man, presumably Herr Heinze was sitting in a large chair, beside which was an almost empty tumbler of whiskey on a small table. Frida directed Emma to place the glass she had just bought onto the table and introduce herself. Emma slowly placed the glass on the table before standing before Herr Heinze, her hands behind her back and said “Good evening Herr Heinze. I’m Emma and I’m here to take care of you.”
As Emma uttered the words she felt cheap, knowing she was going to be used as a whore, but at the same time when she saw how Herr Heinze was staring at her she felt aroused. “Good evening Emma” said Herr Heinze. “Be a good little one and turn around for me a few times so I can get a good look at you. Emma slowly did as she had been asked, slowly turning around. Every time her eyes caught sight of Herr Heinze she could see him leering at her, taking in the view of her scantily clad body and despite her nervousness and her inexperience at what she was doing she soon realised she was getting wet at the fact this older man wanted her.
Herr Heinze slowly took a sip of his scotch before gesturing at Emma to kneel before him and telling her to ****** her tits. Once again Emma complied immediately, getting on her knees, directly in front of Herr Heinze and slowly peeling down the top of her dress, ******** her large tits. As she freed them from the fabric of her dress she saw how hard her dark nipples were and began to realise she loved behaving and being treated this way, so much so that now she was becoming worried that she wanted to be a whore. Her thoughts were broken by the sound of Herr Heinze telling her to play with her tits.
Emma loved nipple play, it aroused her and she also loved her big firm round tits so she cooed with delight at the fact she was being ordered to play with them by this old man before her and immediately cupped her soft tits in her hands. Emma squeezed her tits, rolling them around loving the feeling of the soft warm flesh and how her hard nipples pressed against her palms. All the while she played with her tits she stared at Herr Heinze who was showing little if any sign of emotion on his face and in his steely eyes.
Emma was begining to think she was doing something wrong until she saw Herr Heinze’s hands slowly move to his groin. A wry smile came across his face as he undid his pants and freed his hard cock. “Time to play with me now darling.” He softly said to Emma. Emma gazed at Herr Heinze’s hard cock, rising from his groin like a huge pole pointing skywards. She had seen, and had bigger cocks, but not much, and she smiled inside at the thought of being paid to play with such a magnificent cock. She slowly reached out her hands and began to stroke them up and down the side of Herr Heinze’s throbbing shaft.
Emma loved the feel of Herr Heinze’s shaft. It was thick and long and she could feel the blood pumping through it as she stroked it. Her eyes were fixed on it and she could feel her mouth salivating at the thought of sucking it. Her desires were about to come true as she heard Herr Heinze say. “Take it in your mouth little one.” His voice was soft, yet firm and commanding. Emma, once again, obeyed immediately and leant forward, wrapping her soft plump lips around the head of Herr Heinze’s huge cock.
Emma heard the slightest of sighs as she began to take Herr Heinze’s cock into her warm mouth, steadily going up and down his shaft until she reached a point where she had taken him so deep the head of his cock was touching the back of her throat. Emma gagged a little and pulled her head back but she felt Herr Heinze’s hand on the back of her head, pushing it back down. “Take it nice and deep little one, all the way in, it will be fine if you go slowly.” Herr Heinze commanded. Emma once again sank her mouth back down onto Herr Heinze’s cock and when the head hit the back of her throat she paused, her gag reflex producing a flood of spittle that she felt running from her lips and down his cock.
Herr Heinze held Emma’s head still and began to put a little more pressure on the back of it, pressing it down so she had no choice but to take his cock deeper. “Relax little one!” she heard him say to her. Emma breathed deeply through her nose and tried to relax her body and her throat. As she did she felt a strange sensation at the back of her throat. It began to throb a little and seemed to get bigger as she felt Herr Heinze’s cock slide into the void, stretching her throat wide. More pressure on the back of her head and suddenly her nose was buried in Herr Heinze’s pubic hair, the whole of his shaft in her mouth and throat. “Oh well done little one. You’re there.” she heard Herr Heinze say.
Herr Heinze didn’t remove his hand from the back of Emma’s head. Instead he grasped a handful of her thick dark hair and pulled her head up slightly before thrusting it back down. He repeated this again and again, all the time getting quicker with his movements. As Emma’s head went up and down she gagged and drooled, spittle running from her mouth, her eyes watering, her head spinning, and her body quivering. She heard Herr Heinze begin to breath heavily and groan as he continued to fuck Emma’s mouth, his hips now rising as he pushed her head down. Emma’s mind was torn. She wanted him to stop but she loved the masterful way he was using her and she felt her body tingling, her pussy throb and her juices flowing.
Herr Heinze carried on, although a little slower now, and Emma’s head became a little clearer. She now savoured the hard cock plunging into her mouth and throat, her soft lips running over the thick throbbing veins along the shaft, pre cum leaking from the head, coating her tongue, and hearing the noise of pleasure coming from Herr Heinze. Emma suddenly became more aware of where she was, in a lounge bar, occupied by other people. She became aware of movement around her, closer to her than before and she opened her eyes. As best she could she looked around and could see peoples legs, male and female. Her insides churned. “Fuck! People are watching!” she thought to herself.
Strangely enough the thought that people were watching aroused Emma even more. They were watching her being used as a whore, being forced and paid to pleasure a man. She wanted to please him, she wanted to look good, she wanted to be a good little whore in front of these people. The thoughts going through her head spurred her on and she began to bob her head up and down on Herr Heinze’s cock herself, his hand, although still wrapped in her hair, pretty much redundant as she focussed on pleasuring her client.
Emma could feel Herr Heinze’s cock throbbing and swelling in her mouth and his cock head felt harder and bigger as it pushed down her throat. Herr Heinze started to breath heavily and Emma knew he was close. “Don’t spill any little one.” He called out and seconds later he clamped Emma’s head hard, pushing it down on his cock and his cum erupted directly into Emma’s throat. Emma clamped her lips tight around Herr Heinze’s cock, obeying his order, to make sure she didn’t spill any of his salty tasting hot sticky cum as it continued to fill her throat and mouth. For almost a full minute his cum pumped into her and she greedily swallowed every drop, enjoying the sensation of the hot fluid making its way to her stomach.
Once Herr Heinze had drained his balls he began to relax and his softening cock gently slipped from Emma’s mouth as he pushed her head up. He handed Emma a wash cloth and told her to wipe his cock and groin dry. After she had complied he stood up and zipped up his pants. He then told Emma to stand and put her dress back on properly, as she did he swallowed the remaining contents of his whisky glass before taking a crisp one hundred euro note out of his pocket and slipping it inside Emma’s dress, against one of her fleshy tits. “You did well little one. I shall see you next week, same time, same place.” Herr Heinze said to Emma before he walked away.
Emma was left standing in front of an empty chair, several people staring at her and smiling. She was unsure what to do and suddenly a smiling Frida gently clasped her arm and began leading her back to the locker room. “Come with me Miss Holmes and I will look after you.” Frida softly said to Emma. “Now! That wasn’t so bad was it Miss Holmes? You did very well for your first customer. Now let me get you another one.” Frida said with a smile. Emma’s hand wandered to the crisp one hundred euro note, trapped against her left tit and wondered if all her customers would be so easy and generous.
To be continued.
“Hello!” A woman’s voice called out.
“Erm. My name is Emma Holmes. I have” Before Emma finished her sentence the woman voice interrupted her.
“Yes Miss Holmes, we have been expecting you. Push the door when you hear the buzzer.”
Seconds later Emma pushed the door and entered what looked like a plain and small hotel lobby. There were two girls around a similar age to her, both wearing plain black dresses. One of there girls introduced herself as Frida and asked Emma to follow her. Frida then went through a door at the side of the lobby. Emma followed Frida through the door into a narrow corridor with several doors along each side and another door at the very end. Frida opened a door along one of the corridor walls and ushered Emma inside to a large room. Once inside Emma’s jaw fell open as she stared at the contents.
The room could be best described as a large locker room, with a row of about a dozen lockers against one wall, showers and toilets at the far end and all around the room a number of mirrored dressing tables and a couple of large clothes rails from which were lots of skimpy dresses and items of lingerie. On the floor beneath the rails were a selection of stiletto shoes. As Emma stared she heard Frida say “OK Miss Holmes, this is the working girls dressing room, there are showers and you are free to use any of the clothing. There is a laundry basket at the entrance to the showers to deposit used clothes for cleaning. I will help you dress this evening and take you to the lounge.
Emma stared at Frida, unable to process what was going on. “What do you mean?” she asked Frida, her voice quivering. Frida looked at Emma and smiled as she realised the dark haired beauty had no idea of what she was here for. Several of the girls who worked in the private brothel, part owned by Max Holzem were doing so under duress, having either gotten into debt or being blackmailed. Despite her smile Frida did feel some empathy for Emma and told her to take a seat whilst she explained how things in the establishment they were in worked.
Emma sat, almost in a daze as Frida explained that she was now in a private brothel, and as part owner Max Holzem had sent her here to be one of the newest prostitutes, serving the clientele. Frida explained that everything in the room was hers to use, as she saw fit, or needed, dependant on the desires of the client. For every meeting there was a standard fee of one hundred euros, paid directly to the club, usually added to the account of the client. The working girls would receive fifty euros and if the client gave them a direct cash tip it was theirs to keep. Frida could see that Emma was almost in tears. “Oh come now Miss Holmes!” she said to Emma, very business like, “it’s not like you haven’t already been paid for sex now is it?”
Emma had to concede she had indeed already been paid for sex by Herr Wreder, one of the directors of the art gallery where she worked. She had to face the grim reality that she was now a whore. She took a deep breath and wiped her eyes before looking at Frida and saying “OK. What do I have to do?” Frida smiled and began by telling Emma to strip, whilst she turned to one of the clothes rails and began selecting some items she thought would fit and suit Emma.
Frida turned to face Emma and held out a red dress, telling Emma to put it on. Emma enquired about underwear and Frida told her it wasn’t necessary for the time being. Frida then told the dark haired beauty to select a pair of red shoes that fitted her, Finally Emma was directed to put on some dark eye make up and cherry red lipstick. Once dressed Frida asked Emma to turn around slowly and as she did Frida stopped her occasionally, adjusting the tight fitting fabric of the dress, making sure is showed off Emma’s tight butt and slim waist. Finally when Emma was facing Frida again Frida cupped the dark haired beauty’s breasts, giving them a good squeeze before, to Emma’s surprise, giving Emma kiss on her full plump cherry red lips, before telling her she would be ok. “I will look after you Miss Holmes.” Frida told a terrified Emma.
Frida told Emma she was now going to take her to the lounge where the clients drink and meet the girls. She pointed out to Emma that it was permitted for the girls to accept drinks but no alcohol. She then told Emma that she was going to introduce her to a man called Herr Heinze, sometimes he liked to he called Henry. He was to be her first customer but he was a good one. He sometimes liked to go to a private room, which Frida would show her the location of on the way to the lounge, and sometimes be entertained in the lounge area. His thing was to watch the girl dance seductively whilst he drank fine Scotch. He may or may not tell them to reveal themselves but the only sex he wanted was oral sex to full completion. He was in his early sixties and red was his favourite colour, hence the outfit Frida had chosen for Emma.
Frida led Emma through a door at the far end of the corridor into a large lounge area. Emma could see a small bar in the far corner and several plush chairs and sofas spread throughout the room, some had tables next to them and others didn’t. There were about a dozen men in the area, most of whom were seated, some had a girl, who Emma assumed were working girls, sitting next to them. Frida guided Emma across the lounge to a far corner, and through another door to briefly show her a corridor which Frida explained was where the private rooms were. Frida quickly showed Emma a typical too that was unoccupied, which contained a walk in shower, towels, a large bed, a soft chair and a table in the corner on which were wipes, condoms and lubricant.
Once Frida had explained the rules and use of the private rooms she directed Emma back out into the lounge area and across to the small bar. Frida introduced Emma to the two bar staff, two handsome and athletic men called Eric and Alf explaining that if, in the very unlikely event, any guest, over played their hand so to speak, then the girls were to call on Eric and Alf or whoever was working on the bar at that time and everything would be dealt with. Frida also explained to Emma that all the men who worked on the bar were forbidden to approach any girls for sexual favours.
Once done Frida ordered a glass of 18 year old Glenmorangie single malt, to be put on Herr Heinze’s account. The glass was placed on a tray which Frida handed to Emma before saying “Come now. I will introduce you yo Herr Heinze. Frida led Emma to a darkened corner of the lounge area where a man, presumably Herr Heinze was sitting in a large chair, beside which was an almost empty tumbler of whiskey on a small table. Frida directed Emma to place the glass she had just bought onto the table and introduce herself. Emma slowly placed the glass on the table before standing before Herr Heinze, her hands behind her back and said “Good evening Herr Heinze. I’m Emma and I’m here to take care of you.”
As Emma uttered the words she felt cheap, knowing she was going to be used as a whore, but at the same time when she saw how Herr Heinze was staring at her she felt aroused. “Good evening Emma” said Herr Heinze. “Be a good little one and turn around for me a few times so I can get a good look at you. Emma slowly did as she had been asked, slowly turning around. Every time her eyes caught sight of Herr Heinze she could see him leering at her, taking in the view of her scantily clad body and despite her nervousness and her inexperience at what she was doing she soon realised she was getting wet at the fact this older man wanted her.
Herr Heinze slowly took a sip of his scotch before gesturing at Emma to kneel before him and telling her to ****** her tits. Once again Emma complied immediately, getting on her knees, directly in front of Herr Heinze and slowly peeling down the top of her dress, ******** her large tits. As she freed them from the fabric of her dress she saw how hard her dark nipples were and began to realise she loved behaving and being treated this way, so much so that now she was becoming worried that she wanted to be a whore. Her thoughts were broken by the sound of Herr Heinze telling her to play with her tits.
Emma loved nipple play, it aroused her and she also loved her big firm round tits so she cooed with delight at the fact she was being ordered to play with them by this old man before her and immediately cupped her soft tits in her hands. Emma squeezed her tits, rolling them around loving the feeling of the soft warm flesh and how her hard nipples pressed against her palms. All the while she played with her tits she stared at Herr Heinze who was showing little if any sign of emotion on his face and in his steely eyes.
Emma was begining to think she was doing something wrong until she saw Herr Heinze’s hands slowly move to his groin. A wry smile came across his face as he undid his pants and freed his hard cock. “Time to play with me now darling.” He softly said to Emma. Emma gazed at Herr Heinze’s hard cock, rising from his groin like a huge pole pointing skywards. She had seen, and had bigger cocks, but not much, and she smiled inside at the thought of being paid to play with such a magnificent cock. She slowly reached out her hands and began to stroke them up and down the side of Herr Heinze’s throbbing shaft.
Emma loved the feel of Herr Heinze’s shaft. It was thick and long and she could feel the blood pumping through it as she stroked it. Her eyes were fixed on it and she could feel her mouth salivating at the thought of sucking it. Her desires were about to come true as she heard Herr Heinze say. “Take it in your mouth little one.” His voice was soft, yet firm and commanding. Emma, once again, obeyed immediately and leant forward, wrapping her soft plump lips around the head of Herr Heinze’s huge cock.
Emma heard the slightest of sighs as she began to take Herr Heinze’s cock into her warm mouth, steadily going up and down his shaft until she reached a point where she had taken him so deep the head of his cock was touching the back of her throat. Emma gagged a little and pulled her head back but she felt Herr Heinze’s hand on the back of her head, pushing it back down. “Take it nice and deep little one, all the way in, it will be fine if you go slowly.” Herr Heinze commanded. Emma once again sank her mouth back down onto Herr Heinze’s cock and when the head hit the back of her throat she paused, her gag reflex producing a flood of spittle that she felt running from her lips and down his cock.
Herr Heinze held Emma’s head still and began to put a little more pressure on the back of it, pressing it down so she had no choice but to take his cock deeper. “Relax little one!” she heard him say to her. Emma breathed deeply through her nose and tried to relax her body and her throat. As she did she felt a strange sensation at the back of her throat. It began to throb a little and seemed to get bigger as she felt Herr Heinze’s cock slide into the void, stretching her throat wide. More pressure on the back of her head and suddenly her nose was buried in Herr Heinze’s pubic hair, the whole of his shaft in her mouth and throat. “Oh well done little one. You’re there.” she heard Herr Heinze say.
Herr Heinze didn’t remove his hand from the back of Emma’s head. Instead he grasped a handful of her thick dark hair and pulled her head up slightly before thrusting it back down. He repeated this again and again, all the time getting quicker with his movements. As Emma’s head went up and down she gagged and drooled, spittle running from her mouth, her eyes watering, her head spinning, and her body quivering. She heard Herr Heinze begin to breath heavily and groan as he continued to fuck Emma’s mouth, his hips now rising as he pushed her head down. Emma’s mind was torn. She wanted him to stop but she loved the masterful way he was using her and she felt her body tingling, her pussy throb and her juices flowing.
Herr Heinze carried on, although a little slower now, and Emma’s head became a little clearer. She now savoured the hard cock plunging into her mouth and throat, her soft lips running over the thick throbbing veins along the shaft, pre cum leaking from the head, coating her tongue, and hearing the noise of pleasure coming from Herr Heinze. Emma suddenly became more aware of where she was, in a lounge bar, occupied by other people. She became aware of movement around her, closer to her than before and she opened her eyes. As best she could she looked around and could see peoples legs, male and female. Her insides churned. “Fuck! People are watching!” she thought to herself.
Strangely enough the thought that people were watching aroused Emma even more. They were watching her being used as a whore, being forced and paid to pleasure a man. She wanted to please him, she wanted to look good, she wanted to be a good little whore in front of these people. The thoughts going through her head spurred her on and she began to bob her head up and down on Herr Heinze’s cock herself, his hand, although still wrapped in her hair, pretty much redundant as she focussed on pleasuring her client.
Emma could feel Herr Heinze’s cock throbbing and swelling in her mouth and his cock head felt harder and bigger as it pushed down her throat. Herr Heinze started to breath heavily and Emma knew he was close. “Don’t spill any little one.” He called out and seconds later he clamped Emma’s head hard, pushing it down on his cock and his cum erupted directly into Emma’s throat. Emma clamped her lips tight around Herr Heinze’s cock, obeying his order, to make sure she didn’t spill any of his salty tasting hot sticky cum as it continued to fill her throat and mouth. For almost a full minute his cum pumped into her and she greedily swallowed every drop, enjoying the sensation of the hot fluid making its way to her stomach.
Once Herr Heinze had drained his balls he began to relax and his softening cock gently slipped from Emma’s mouth as he pushed her head up. He handed Emma a wash cloth and told her to wipe his cock and groin dry. After she had complied he stood up and zipped up his pants. He then told Emma to stand and put her dress back on properly, as she did he swallowed the remaining contents of his whisky glass before taking a crisp one hundred euro note out of his pocket and slipping it inside Emma’s dress, against one of her fleshy tits. “You did well little one. I shall see you next week, same time, same place.” Herr Heinze said to Emma before he walked away.
Emma was left standing in front of an empty chair, several people staring at her and smiling. She was unsure what to do and suddenly a smiling Frida gently clasped her arm and began leading her back to the locker room. “Come with me Miss Holmes and I will look after you.” Frida softly said to Emma. “Now! That wasn’t so bad was it Miss Holmes? You did very well for your first customer. Now let me get you another one.” Frida said with a smile. Emma’s hand wandered to the crisp one hundred euro note, trapped against her left tit and wondered if all her customers would be so easy and generous.
To be continued.
