And that word, that one word. What if they don't take me? Her cheeks were hot, her hands shook, her breath caught in her throat, but she obeyed. Not that they were friends or anything; Carolyn didn't even know the woman's name. Or maybe a half-converted jail. When she'd arrived at Carolyn's, she'd worn a duster that had covered her as well as a nun's habit. Had this been beneath it all the while? If she hadn't worried about the driver seeing, she might have tried to give herself some relief, but she'd never been very good at that. One of the men spoke.

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Did I sell myself into some kind of sex slavery? Carolyn looked down at her shoes, embarrassed by their lack of polish, feeling awkward and frumpled and fat and perfectly out of place. She darted a glance up through her lashes, wanting to stare, but not to be seen. She spread her legs a bit, embarrassed by the thought, the fact, frustrated. And why isn't she here? Is this some test? Carolyn blinked, for the driver was very differently dressed than she had been before, wearing a driver's cap but little else on her lithe small form: Had this been beneath it all the while? But the woman raised one elegantly curved brow, and she knew she had heard the command. Carolyn couldn't look at any of them while she spoke, but she forced herself to answer, stammering out a confused tale of the woman in the bar. What if they don't take me? How different the world seemed, now, how much more it had to offer. It had all seemed reasonable enough the night before-seen through the bottom of a shot-glass, shock and orgasm as intoxicating as the drink. A skirt so short it didn't deserve the name. No point to wondering what would happen; the limo was nearing the end of the drive. Her mind was still busy wondering how she had come to where she was. The driver waited, patient and placid, holding the door open until Carolyn gathered her courage and ventured forth. She licked her lips, remembering the strange events of the night before, the stranger's whispered words echoing off tile as they echoed now in memory. And trying not to scream from nerves. She didn't bother to ask herself why. She hadn't been able to do that for her husband, her ex, the one time he had. The climax-not Carolyn's first, but one of few, and the strongest. She looked at her shoes again, run down and scuffed and probably years out of style, if they'd ever been in style to begin with. And why didn't she come get me herself? Maybe they'll-whoever runs this place-maybe they can teach me how to do something about it. Two men, one woman, they shone with wealth, with success. High-heeled shoes with dainty straps around the ankles.

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  • Tojazshura
    26.12.2017 at 14:42
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    Two men, one woman, they shone with wealth, with success. But she could not.

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  • Grojora
    28.12.2017 at 14:34
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    A run-down old hotel, perhaps, with women leaning out from the windows. She darted a glance up through her lashes, wanting to stare, but not to be seen.

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  • Mezil
    06.01.2018 at 14:58
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    She licked her lips, remembering the strange events of the night before, the stranger's whispered words echoing off tile as they echoed now in memory. And why didn't she come get me herself?

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  • Kazrakora
    16.01.2018 at 22:11
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    Even one of those tastelessly ostentatious modern buildings.

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