Working the streets on Halloween night for fun and profit
Belinda looked at the middle-age man sitting across
from her in his car; he was slightly overweight, with
balding grey hair, penetrating dark eyes that now had a
gleam of sexual lust. They were parked in a deserted
alleyway, off one of San Francisco’s sex-and-sin
streets; it was a common spot for business
transactions, providing the john couldn’t afford a
motel room. “So mister, pay first, service second. You
know the drill?” Belinda hated working on Halloween
night, all the crazies seemed to come out then.
“Yeah, sure do. You girls getting younger every day,
you don’t look hardly legal.”
“I’m seventeen,” she lied, being only sixteen. “Show me
the money, huh?” Belinda wiggled around, trying to pull
the hem of her black leather mini-skirt down a little.
Her long, slender legs in the fish-net stockings were
cramped in the car, and the tall high-heels were
killing her feet. But she did feel the slightest tingle
of sexual anticipation – she loved the power of her
sex, how she could get the johns nearly helpless with
her highly skilled expertise.
The john leaned forward, reached out to tentatively
touch her long red wavy hair, studying her creamy
complexion, the wide green eyes. “You’re a doll, you
know it? Let me see your titties, just a glimpse, then
I’ll give you the cash.”
Belinda sighed, as if put upon, but lifted her tightly-
fitted leather top, letting her full, bounteous breasts
spill forward, always braless. The cool night air hit
her naked skin, make her nipples erect and she saw the
john’s eyes widen, his lips part, the tip of his tongue
appear, almost drooling with anticipation. She quickly
pulled her top back down and said, “Where’s the cash,
and we’ll get down to it. You ready, huh?”
He groaned, put a hand to his crotch, where he rubbed
the massive erection bulging between his legs, pressing
against his zippered crotch. “You got it. I want it.”
He pulled his wallet out and said, “Here you go, twenty
bucks, right?”
“You just want a blow job, that all? Cause for more,
it’ll cost you.” Belinda felt her pussy throb with that
failure feeling, her cunt getting wet; this was her
first trick of the night, and contrary to what some
pros said about not being aroused, she always felt the
high of arousal – but perhaps it was more from the
powerful hold she had over the men, than the actual sex
its self.
She loved knowing she was in control… and for one
brief moment, she had a flashback to her helplessness
as her step-dad had first raped her, when she was only
twelve. Shaking her head to rid it of the image, she
vowed she’d NEVER be powerless again!
The john was holding out the cash with one hand, and
unzipping with the other, his erection springing out,
rigid and exposed. She took the cash, stuffed it in her
tiny purse, then slid over close to the man, letting
her hand reach for his hard-on, putting a finger at the
tip where pre-cum oozed. He groaned, “Oooh, that feels
damn good. I want you to suck me off good. Wife never
will, thinks it’s… disgusting. Hey baby, you ever
seen such a big one?”
Belinda tossed her hair over a shoulder, leaned
forward, her hand grasping his hot, throbbing flesh…
beginning to manipulate it slowly, making the oozing
wetness increase from the sensitive tip. The man
stopped her from moving down, his hand on her chin,
asking, “Can I… kiss you? You’re so beautiful, baby-
flesh almost…”
She shook her head adamantly, said firmly, “Nope. No
kissing, no fondling of my body, that’ll cost more.
Just a blow job, that’s our deal.”
He asked, “How much more would it cost?”
“Twenty more for fondling my body, fifty for full
nakedness, the kissing, if we take more than thirty
minutes, it goes up.” Belinda loved this, the feeling
of control, her hand stroking him and yet knowing that
she controlled the timing, making him hunger and ache
for more. She suddenly removed her hand, and he gasped,
letting her chin go, leaning back, begging, “Just do
it, suck me… that’s what I want, all I can afford.”
She leaned down, her mouth making shocking contact with
his thick, throbbing erection, tilting her head so that
it stayed clear of the steering wheel, now licking the
cock-tip, tonguing the ridge beneath, making him lift
his hips slightly, groan and grunt, exclaim, “Jesus
Christ, that’s damn good!”
Belinda teased him for a moment, building his
excitement, feeling how the head swelled almost to
bursting beneath her skilled manipulations, hearing him
grunting and thrusting up, wanting her to take it fully
into her mouth. She stalled, licking and caressing his
erection, up and down the long, thick shaft, feeling
his excitement making her excited too; she wished she
could touch her teeming pussy, but instead she felt the
contact of the thin g-string she wore beneath her
bikini panties riding into her crotch, teasing her clit
and she began to sway slightly, feeling the motion make
her hot.
Suddenly she devoured the man’s massive erection, her
mouth swallowing him as deeply as possible, shoving the
head into her throat as she angled her head to capture
him fully. He rose up, giving a deep, guttural cry and
began to fuck her face, his voice rough as he urged,
“Fuck it, fuck me with your mouth, suck it baby, yeah!”
She fucked him, her mouth going up and down, working
harder and harder to make his ride fast, faster and he
bucked beneath her, rising and falling, his breathing
coming quickly now, rasping and speechless as she
consumed him, her mouth meeting his crotch-hair,
swallowing and making her throat close over his hard
erection, feeling the swelling, his imminent moment of
engorgement, then the hot, salty cum starting to shoot
into her throat, loads of it, some dribbling back into
her mouth, out over her lips. He was climaxing hard,
his whole body rigid, his pelvis lifted forward, her
head pressing against the steering wheel, but she
brought him off totally, sucking and sucking for the
last drop!
Then slowly rising from him as his penis began to go
slack. He was still stunned from the pleasure he’d just
received, his body beginning to relax, but his eyes
were on her face as she licked the cum off her lips,
swallowing it.
She felt her pussy throbbing for release, but tried to
put it aside, not wanting to let go in front of the
john. She grinned and said, “I work this corner
weekends, maybe we’ll do this again.”
The man’s eyes were glazed with lust as he nodded,
saying in a whipped voice, “Jesus, I’ve never had a
better blow job. You give good head, damn sure do.
Yeah, I’ll look for you again. Want to give me your
name?”
She said simply, “Belinda.” Then slipped from the car,
leaned back in the window and said, “I am on the corner
after dark, Friday and Saturday nights.” Then seeing
the man’s leering gaze at her, she knew she had him
‘hooked.’ He’ll be back, a regular. And that was what
she wanted, what she depended upon.
* * *
The night was cool, foggy, a typical San Francisco
night, and the street was alive with the decadent, dark
sexuality that thrived in murky bars, neon lights, skin
shows and secluded alleyways. Belinda stood for a few
moments on her corner, seeing another gal on the next
block, a hooker with bleached blond hair and voluptuous
curves clad in red, crotch-riding short-shorts and
revealing red lace bikini top. She’d noticed the gal
several nights ago, no doubt new.
Belinda thought back to when she’d only been here a
week, how she’d had to stake out her territory – after
arriving at the bus depot and being propositioned by a
pimp. Getting around him hadn’t been easy, but she’d
managed fine. She was tough, street-wise, having run
away from home at fourteen (after her step-dad had
fucked her regularly from the first time at twelve).
She always carried a concealed switch-blade, and a
razorblade sewn inside her leather skirt. Belinda had
prided herself on staying alive and safe; she didn’t do
drugs, and never allowed a pimp to own her. One day,
she wanted to get out of this life… “You having a
good night?”
Belinda turned at the sound of the smooth, seductive
female voice to see a tall, raven-haired woman peering
at her. She had not heard the approach of footsteps,
and was puzzled… but sometimes the fog did muffle
noises. “It’s slow,” she said, wondering if this was
competition.
The woman moved in front of her, and Belinda saw that
she was dressed elegantly, but provocatively – had on a
calf-length, form-fitting suede skirt that was split up
the side to reveal a flash of her shapely leg. A brown
blouse with a high collar set off her pale, pale
face… red-lipsticked full lips that were smiling
beneath dark, piercing eyes studying her. Something
about the woman made her uneasy, and she asked, “I
don’t believe I’ve seen you around?”
“No, I don’t work the streets. Not anymore.”
The woman lifted a hand, gestured vaguely. “Seedy, this
neighborhood. Wouldn’t you like something better?”
Belinda went on alert: Was this a pimp’s proposal
through a hooker? But as if reading her mind the woman
said in the smooth voice, “I am not working for a pimp.
I run a high-class call girl service, and I’ve seen you
around. You could join us, have it a lot better.”
Shaking her head, Belinda stated, “Nope. Not me. I work
for no one, just myself.”
“It’s not exactly what you’re thinking. You get to keep
ALL your profits. It’s just a place to work, have space
for the johns.” She smiled again. “Much better
clientele, better earnings too.”
That did interest Belinda. She looked closely at the
woman; there was something still vaguely disturbing
about her – almost a strange glow surrounding her
presence. And that ghastly white makeup… it made her
face seem almost ghoulish. But perhaps it was something
she did to attract certain johns.
Belinda said, “I’m listening.”
The woman replied, “My name is Rowan. Why don’t you
come on over and take a look at our place, see what you
think.” She hesitated, staring deeply into Belinda’s
eyes, and for a moment, it was as if Belinda was
transfixed. “No obligation, just a visit.”
Oddly, Belinda found herself nodding, agreeing and
starting to trail the woman down the street, where a
snazzy black Jaguar was parked. As they got into the
expensive car, Belinda thought that if Rowan made the
kind of money to afford this car, then perhaps she WAS
interested in this offer, after all.
* * *
When they pulled up to one of the magnificent Victorian
houses in the exclusive hillside neighborhood, Belinda
was even more impressed. She followed Rowan up the
sidewalk, across the porch, into the house…
glittering with restored grandeur.
Stunned, Belinda stood just inside the door, gaping at
the high-ceilings and gleaming hardwood floors, the
collection of antique furniture, burnished brass and
curving stairway that led up to a second floor. Off to
her left was a closed door, but she could hear subtle
laughter, guttural groans and noises that suggested
sexual activities. On her right was an open door,
through which she could see several beautiful, well-
dressed young women lounging around on velvet-sofas and
armchairs.
Rowan invited her along the hallway, then into a small
room at the back of the house; it was more modest,
seeming to be an office with desk, bookshelves,
computer, file cabinets. Gesturing to a chair, Rowan
said, “Sit down a minute, and we’ll discuss the
details. I assume you like what you’ve seen so far?”
Belinda nodded, feeling trashy in her street-hooking
outfit.
She tried to feign a callus attitude, but feared it
wasn’t working. As she sat in the chair, she noticed
that there was a sudden change in Rowan – her face
became a little more animated, and she leaned very
close to Belinda, inhaling, as if to capture her scent.
She put a cool finger on Belinda’s cheek, asking, “You
are aroused, yes?”
And it was true, Belinda’s arousal from earlier had not
entirely abated. And the blunt remark had the effect of
making her clit throb convulsively. Unable to deny it,
she nodded, then felt the cool fingertip trace her lips
as Rowan knelt down, very close to her, and asked in a
husky voice, “Ever been with a woman?” Shaking her
head, Belinda thought back to how she’d always wondered
what it would be like – and some of the johns had often
requested a threesome, her and another woman with them.
But she had not trusted any other female hooker, so had
never had that experience.
“Uh, I… never really had the opportunity.” Rowan
smiled that suggestive smile, running the tip of her
red tongue over her full lips, saying, “Ah, then you
have no objection?”
Suddenly Belinda wondered if THAT was the purpose of
this… a pickup, a trick for Rowan with her. She
blurted out, “No… but is that why you brought me
here, you want to be with me?”
Rowan shook her head, said, “Not exactly.” She paused,
leaned even closer, so close her warm breath touched
Belinda’s face. “But I find you very desirable and
delicious. Here, we service the males, but in our…
free time, we indulge our own desires for lesbian
tastes.” Belinda felt her face getting hot, but her
pussy was steaming. She imagined what it might be like
to have sex with this cool, aloof raven-haired older
woman… and that made her almost tremble with
anticipation. Strangely, she felt incredibly attracted
to Rowan – but in more than just a purely sexual,
physical way.
It was as if the woman had a powerful, almost hypnotic
allure… especially as she stared steadily into
Belinda’s eyes. Mesmerized, Belinda was unable to move.
And oddly, she knew that she was not in control with
this woman – but her very helplessness increased her
lustful craving. When Rowan reached forward, one hand
cupping Belinda’s sensitive breast, a spark of fire
leapt between them. Belinda heard herself beg, “Oh yes,
touch me, please!”
Rowan lifted the tight-fitted leather top, pulling it
over Belinda’s head, and leaving her naked to the
waist. Belinda’s full, swollen breasts stood out
prominently, the nipples achingly hard, and she thrust
her body forward, crying, “Touch me, please!” Rowan’s
dark eyes never left Belinda’s, holding her spellbound
as Rowan moved forward, her mouth going to the erect
nipples, starting to tease, nibble, and then suck in
the hard orbs, licking and sucking, making Belinda
strain forward and arch her body into Rowan’s embrace.
They stood, and were face-to-face, Rowan’s hand at the
back of Belinda’s neck, urging her forward and their
mouths met, began to kiss, lips opening, tongues
mingling, the kiss deepening as Belinda moaned,
pressing her body into Rowan’s, eager and burning with
need. She begged between kisses, “God, help me, I’ve
never… been… I need it, need something, touch me…
ohhh, touch me down there, please!”
And then, suddenly, Rowan pulled away, only her cool
fingertips lingering on Belinda’s tight, hard nipples.
“Soon, very soon. For now, you must follow me upstairs.
Come, come…”
Trancelike, Belinda followed Rowan out of the office,
along the hallway, up the winding stairway… totally
unaware of the two young women who came out of the
large room and trailed along after them as they went
toward a bedroom along the second floor corridor. The
women had an evil, sinful gleam in their lust-glazed
eyes, their lips parted to reveal sharp, lethal
fangs…
* * *
Belinda barely noticed the cavernous bedroom lit with
candles. It was as if she felt luminous all through her
body, afire, trembling with a searing sexual heat that
made her willing to follow helplessly. She’d been
aroused with the john earlier, but had never felt this
peculiar weakness for surrendering; all she wanted was
to be with Rowan, to have the voluptuous older woman
possess her, to do her bidding. Rowan remained close to
Belinda, leading her across the oriental carpet,
holding her damp hand, squeezing it reassuringly,
stroking the palm and saying, “Yes, come, come to the
throne of desire, where you will fall beneath my spell,
bewitched.”
Massive, ponderous antique furniture, a dresser,
wardrobe, long sofa, wingchairs were arranged against
the rose-patterned wallpaper, shadows flickering from
the many candles. At the far end sat an enormous oaken
poster-bed with carven lion’s features at top and
bottom, a sheer burgundy fabric obscuring the bed.
Rowan went forward, pulled back the material, showing
Belinda that the purple satin sheets were turned back,
ready for them.
Entranced, Belinda stood there motionless. Yet she was
so wet that she felt the flow on her leg, running from
her cunt; and with each of Rowan’s touches, a light
press of hand, a finger on her lips… she was so near
climax that she could barely contain it. She managed to
ask, “What do you… want of me?” Rowan leaned forward,
took both her swollen breasts in her hands, lightly
cupping and kneading them, bringing tears of pleasure
to Belinda’s eyes.
Rowan’s fingertips were playing with the erect nipples,
feather-light touches, the merest hint of pressure and
then retreating. Belinda moaned, rolling her eyes in
her head, nearly faint with desire… she’d never
experienced anything remotely like this.
Rowan told her to close her eyes, and then Belinda felt
hands undressing her, pulling her tight skirt down over
her hips, whispery voices all around her, making her
curious. But she kept her eyes shut, for Rowan said,
“Don’t peek, now, just stay still, lovely, innocent
one. Soon we shall pleasure you beyond measure.”
When she was pressed back, then down on the cool satin
sheets, Belinda sank into the soft mattress without
resistance. Then there were more whispery noises, the
low hum of female voices, the swish of fabric, perhaps
clothing being removed… and then, Belinda felt the
moist, sweet sensation of sucking at her breasts.
Opening her eyes, she saw Rowan astraddle of her naked
body, thin, strong thighs on either side of her,
slender white, nude body lowered over her own, mouth
open, sucking on her engorged breasts, tongue licking,
licking and flicking around her painfully hard nipples.
“Ooooh,” Belinda moaned, “that makes me… need… ”
Rowan raised up, stared into her eyes, concluding,
“need to be touched on your sex.”
“God yes!” Belinda writhed, her body lifting, her flat
stomach making contact with Rowan’s shaven pussy, the
swollen clit red with fiery tenderness. For a moment,
Rowan rubbed it against Belinda’s flesh, her eyes
staring with an intent, but abstracted vision.
Gradually, Belinda realized that Rowan was not getting
the same pleasure as she was… but it didn’t matter,
all she wanted was to surrender, to be conquered.
As if reading her thoughts, Rowan suddenly lay flat
atop her, breasts to breasts, and rubbed her body…
suggestively humping, their mounds striking, making
Belinda cry out with passionate ecstasy. She was on the
very verge of climax, when Rowan moved off her, getting
up, leaving the bed. Stunned, Belinda sat up, her hand
going automatically to her aching clit, about to rub
it, to masturbate when Rowan commanded harshly, “No.
Don’t touch yourself!”
Belinda stopped, going utterly still. Then she became
aware of the other women, one on either side of the
bed, staring raptly at her. One was a beautiful young
blonde; the other was a thin, severe-featured brunette.
Rowan said, “These girls live here too, and they want
to welcome you.”
Again, Belinda was shocked at the thrill of excitement
that pulsated through her body; it was extremely
erotic, sitting there naked and aroused, seeing the
women’s eyes devouring her with their hungry gaze.
“I’ll do… whatever you want.”
Rowan told her to lie down, spread her legs, and then
commanded the blonde, “Nicole, lie down beside her,”
which she did, getting very close, her cool skin
against the hot, sensitive skin of Belinda. The other
girl, who Rowan called ‘Lela’ did the same on the other
side of her.
At Rowan’s command, the girls began to stroke and
fondle Belinda, bringing her instantly to a fever-pitch
of intensity. She could hardly breathe, only moan and
beg for one of them to touch her aching, swollen clit
that protruded from her red bush. The slippery wetness
between her legs felt like gushing rapids, and Nicole
kept dipping a finger in it, then slathering moisture
up and down her inner thighs… driving Belinda mad
with prolonged arousal.
All at once, Rowan started blowing out the candles;
within moments, the room was almost entirely in
darkness. Belinda’s eyes could not adjust to the
darkness, and she was at the mercy of the fingers and
hands, the mouths moving over her nude body, realizing
that these women were so abnormally cool-skinned…
wondering why they weren’t as hot, lathered with sweat,
as frenzied as she was.
Her breasts felt so painfully swollen, the nipples sore
from the constant sucking, licking… but then, as she
begged again for release, she felt something hard at
her crotch, something certainly NOT of human flesh. It
felt rubbery, stiff, and damp, a round tip… trying to
see, Belinda could only make out shadowy forms of the
women, a spill of moonlight from parted curtains
illuminating the bed.
Rowan’s voice came then, close to her ear. “Close your
eyes, just feel this, it makes it so much better in the
dark.”
Belinda did so, and lay very still, while her whole
body ached with the tremendous, tumultuous sensations
of exquisite arousal. She felt her breasts being
suckled again, and thought it was Rowan there now…
her nipples were drawn, pulled, kissed, sucked, licked
and then, bitten lightly, which hurt at first… but
then, gave her intense pleasure.
The pain increased though, and she felt the other two
kissing her all over, their tongues running up and down
the length of her body. One girl was down between her
legs, and oh God, now moving up, up, tongue at the tip
of her budding, throbbing clit… Belinda screamed, “Oh
please, please do it!”
The blissful feeling of the tongue on her clit, the
stroking up and down, up and down started… it nearly
drove her mad, the sheer pleasure of that first touch,
and she arched up off the bed, crying out, “Fuck me,
fuck me, please!” At that moment, the rigid instrument
was inserted into her cunt in one hard, swift move that
brought a wild, searing, flooding pleasure all through
her; she bucked forward, pressed down, wanting it as
deep as possible.
Vaguely, she was aware of her breasts still being
suckled, her nipples bitten… and then, a piercing
pain beneath one breast, which almost took her breath
away. But before she could protest, the pain melted
into a kind of savage stimulus, shattering her with its
beautiful rapture. Her mind went into a spin, and all
sensations were intensified a thousand times, the
probing rod in her cunt felt enormous, filling her with
glorious rapturous spasms as she felt it plunging in
and out, the biting on her nipples felt like
excruciating pinpoints of ecstasy, her body one
flowing, melting volcano of tormented bliss.
The eruption of pain and pleasure blotted out all
thought, and she was lost to the moment of intensity…
a feeling of surging, singing wildness flooded her mind
with visions of dark skies and flickering starlight.
Rising up off the bed, she felt her climax begin in the
depth of her being, spreading outward, lifting her and
pounding her, pulling and tugging her higher, higher
… the hands, the mouths, the lips, the tongues all
over her, licking, caressing, doing vulgar things down
there, fingers rubbing her clit as she soared and
screamed of mind-numbing rapture.
Obliquely, she saw through half-closed eyes that Rowan
was lying atop her, her mouth beneath the pained
breast, clinging to her as if for life itself. An alien
fear mingled with her wild ecstasy, but it only served
to revive the dying climax; another started, blossoming
and flowering through her clit, throughout her pelvis,
her body, a finger still stroking and provoking yet
another and another climax, bringing her off again and
again, the long, hard object still inserted and being
moved slowly, slowly in and out as she came repeatedly.
She lost count of the multi-orgasms, had never known
she was capable of such fantastic feats of endurance,
repeated climaxes battering her body, her clit atremble
with readiness, over and over… into near oblivion.
She was getting so weak, her body still pulsating with
the painful orgasms… but she was close to fainting
when finally Rowan lifted her head away from her
breast, and moved back.
Rowan’s face was deep in shadow, and Belinda was too
exhausted to see the glinting evil satisfaction of
satiated blood lust… the red droplets still clinging
to her full, ripe lips as she whispered, “Rest now, my
love. Soon you will be one of us… ladies of the
night.”
* * *
Sometimes later that night, Belinda awoke to the
feeling of light caresses over her nude body. Before
she could think straight, she was highly aroused again,
her sex stimulated, swollen between her legs. She began
to beg for touch down there, for she felt as if an
orgasm was close. But again, she was denied. Daring to
open her eyes, Belinda could barely see in the dim
moonlight… but finally realized that Rowan was
suckling at her breast again. Beside her, she also felt
the form of the two girls; they must have all fallen
asleep, and then awoke to seduce her yet again.
Giving in to the ecstasy coursing through her body, she
let them fondle and caress her… suddenly feeling the
hard object teasing at her cunt. She spread her legs,
begging for it, and the object slid in smoothly,
filling her emptiness… as the hands moved over her
sensitive skin, making her body tremble with near
convulsive stimulation.
The piercing pain came again beneath her breast, at the
same instant as her other breast nipple was bitten
hard; the wild, keening pain hit her, but then it
suddenly turned into that misty, dreamy floating
sensation. The carnal manipulations continued, tongues
licking between her thighs, all the way to her feet,
her toes being sucked, and all the time, climax so near
she could hardly endure the need to relieve it.
When finally a touch fell upon her clit, she bucked up
high, started to cum hard, her body almost convulsing
with orgasmic spasms, over and over, one after the
other until she couldn’t make a sound, only succumb to
the battering orgasms that crashed through her body.
When at last Rowan took her mouth away from Belinda’s
breast, she went up to her lips, saying, “Taste this,
love, it will make you feel strong again.”
At the first sip of blood, a powerful burst of rapture
revived Belinda; she felt it course through her body,
renewing her energy, vibrating hotly in her clit,
climax thrilling her again, and again, each of Rowan’s
kisses deeper, her tongue going into her mouth, down
deeper, sealing her fate… as Belinda’s body rose up,
up to meet Rowan’s thirst to possess her.
Heart fluttering, eyes unfocused, Belinda looked
through a veil of shadow as Rowan lifted her head, then
went down, down… her long, snakelike, forked tongue
flicking out to enflame Belinda’s swollen, thick clit.
At the first touch, Belinda screamed out, louder and
louder, “Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me with it, pleaaaase fuck
me, tongue me… do it, do it, do it!”
The hard object was withdrawn from Belinda’s cunt
immediately, and the two women left the bed. The moment
of transformation was at hand. Rowan’s forked tongue
ran into Belinda’s cunt, deep, deeper until Rowan’s
mouth was pressed against Belinda’s wet, saturated
mound; she began to fuck her, running it in and out, in
and out. The two girls were beside the bed now, one
kneeling between the other’s legs, her forked tongue
deep in her cunt, fucking the same way Rowan and
Belinda were doing on the bed.
The bedroom became suffused in an ethereal glow, a
bluish vapor, the women’s moans and impassioned
coupling noises rising eerily into the night.
Downstairs, the men being entertained in an orgy by the
other prostitutes lifted their eyes upward, wondering
what in hell was going on upstairs… as the ladies of
the night greedily eyed their victims.
END