Lennie and Samantha
Copyright© 2025 by dawg997
Chapter 11
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11 - An older man, who found financial success later in life after enduring years of anguish, grief, and bitterness, unexpectedly meets a stunning, high-end escort at an upscale bar. Neither had sought love for over a decade, their pasts having long since closed that door. Yet, what they had both stopped believing in suddenly seems possible. Two very different worlds collide.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Rape Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Uncle Humiliation Rough Sadistic Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Interracial Black Male White Male White Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Oral Sex Prostitution Violence
Hello, Taylor.”
“Lennie? Lennie, is that you?”
Taylor was caught a bit off guard, not expecting a call, but was pleased to hear the voice anyway.
“Yes, it’s me. I’ve been thinking that I’ve been so busy with other things and people that I haven’t had the chance to get together with you. It’s been nearly two months since I met Cindy, and not making time for you is a dumb move on my part. How about we remedy that tonight? Can we get together for a drink and have a chance to talk with each other, you know, get to know each other better?”
He’d been thinking a lot about Taylor the past few days, especially after Cindy had mentioned again that he needed to get to know all of “his girls”. His new life was coming into focus since he “took back and reclaimed” Samantha, and he began to re-evaluate everything about his life. He had enjoyed his massive fuck session with her and the other girls, but that was well over a month ago already, and the night with Cindy and Lori was insanely fantastic. The look and touch of their naked bodies were still fresh in his mind.
While all the girls were outstanding specimens of adult human females, Taylor was particularly unique and special. Even though she was tall, her full breasts fit her body perfectly. Despite their large size, they were still shapely and symmetrical for her age, softly relaxed for a 48-year-old, but not sagging. She was tall, nearly six feet, and proportioned superlatively; that gorgeous face rode that feminine neck and those delicate shoulders with smooth, almost flawless bronze skin. A suntan was indeed flattering for her.
Past those beautiful boobs, he remembered her slender waist dropping down to her curvy hips and those tight, slender thighs. That was looking at her from the front. From the back, her incredible ass still had the rock-hard bubble of a twenty-something. Lennie couldn’t recall any woman over 40 with an ass that bubbled out as if she were a college cheerleader. Well, except for Cindy, of course, and Maria too, but she just passed 30. It was as if their asses were sisters created from the same gene pool.
While “his girls” all had bigger to huge breasts, the smallest being DJ’s or Fiona’s C cups, while Taylor and Maria were both DD, Lennie had always been an ass man. Even slender Kaylani had a curvy ass for her lean Hawaiian body. He remembered clearly when the girls gangbanged him, how he could now die, knowing he had kissed and licked multiple examples of the perfect female heinie.
“I would love to, Lennie, but I’m working tonight,” the sultry Australian purred back to him. “Does she always sound this sexy?” Lennie thought. “She could make me cum just reading names out of the phone book.” Then he grimaced just a bit as he realized he had just dated himself again. He hadn’t seen an actual phone book in nearly twenty years.
“Yeah, I know. You have two clients this evening. DJ downloaded the scheduling app on my phone so I could see when you girls were working. Eight and eleven, right? Where will you meet them? If it’s practical, I figured we could meet around 6, and then afterward, if it isn’t too late. I just want to get to know you better, not have sex with you. Well, of course, I want to have sex with you, but, well, you know what I mean.”
Taylor chuckled. Lennie was smooth, except when he wasn’t, but he was so honest. Honesty was rare in her world, and she found it very desirable and sexy. He was always kind to her and the other girls. No wonder Cindy was so crazy about him. A professional escort was used to expensive surroundings, clothing, cars, restaurants, and rich men, but honesty? That was so very rare, indeed. From honesty, people can build trust.
“Okay, Lennie, I’d like that. My first date is at the Thompson, just up the hill from Pike Place Market on First and Stewart. They have that beautiful view of the entire waterfront and Elliott Bay from the Nest, their rooftop bar. He’s a regular from New York and has a two-hour meeting scheduled with me. My eleven o’clock is at the Grand Sheraton on the 6th. Why don’t you meet me at the Nest?”
“Yeah, I’ve been there. Good choice. See you then.”
The Thompson was one of the newer and more expensive hotels in Seattle. She was right, the view was amazing. The summer sun would still be up, and the early evening onshore breeze would keep the area cool and fresh on this hot day. Lennie had been to the Thompson and enjoyed its superb service, but when he was downtown, he usually spent his bar time a few blocks down, at Greg’s bar. He wondered if they would remember him, as he hadn’t been there in months.
“Mister Roberts, glad to see you again!” the beautiful woman smiled as she led him to an empty table. As he walked by, he heard the bartender ask, “Mister Roberts, your regular?” Lennie smiled as the Buffalo Trace on the rocks landed while he was still adjusting his high-backed stool at the taller table. He picked up the glass for the first sip and looked out toward the water. My god, this view is incredible, he thought.
He glanced away from the view and turned his attention to the entrance, and he saw an amazing, middle-aged, tall woman with long, flowing blonde hair that fell over her shoulders and to the top of her large breasts.
She wore an expensive, muted-pink dress that openly yet majestically showed off her ample cleavage and nearly bare shoulders. The dress fell low in the back, showing off her smooth skin. The contrast of her tan against her flowing blonde hair indicated that she had obviously been out in the sun, and that shade of pink simply screamed “feminine”. The dress was mid-thigh length, showcasing her curvy yet slender legs. Her white 3-inch heels and silk stockings completed this live vision of classic femininity.
She saw Lennie immediately, and a big smile spread across her face as she walked to him. He got up and reached around her back, hugging her with warmth and affection. They embraced in a long, satisfying kiss. Why haven’t I been doing this more often? Lennie thought to himself. Her expensive, complex perfume mixed perfectly with the clean scent of her long hair.
“This is a good idea, Lennie. I’m so glad you thought of it. And look at that view!” she remarked in that sultry one-of-a-kind Aussie accent.
They sat down together, across from each other, so they could look into each other’s eyes. The crowd had nearly taken all the tables. Most of the men were openly staring at the beautiful, tall blonde in the impeccable dress that flaunted the outline of her incredible body.
“Anthony said he would meet me here a little before 8. When he arrives, you can pretend you’re just a visitor, and we’re just conversing. I want you to be just an anonymous guy; it makes things easier for me.”
“Sure.” Lennie recognized who was the experienced one here, and whatever Taylor wanted, she got.
“Let me say, Taylor, I’ve really dropped the ball by not meeting with you earlier. Cindy was right, I do need to get to know all of my girls. Heh. My girls. I like the sound of that.”
Laughing while reaching over and stroking his arm, Taylor answered, “Get used to that. That’s exactly what we are, and believe me, all of us girls feel the same way about you. You can’t believe how much happier Cindy is having you in her life. It’s as if she had reached a new place in her life, a new awareness and peace. YOU are the one who’s done that, Lennie. We love Cindy so much because she has done things for us that nobody else ever would. She’s helped us all when we were alone and down on our luck.”
Lennie loved every word this gorgeous blonde Aussie spoke. Between the sound of her sexy voice, the intoxicating scent, and her beautiful features, he was getting hard just sitting there. He hadn’t experienced that in many years, long before he came into money.
“You know, I know almost nothing about you, Taylor, other than when Cindy became Samantha working for Dwayne.”
The wide smile disappeared upon hearing the name from her past. “Sorry, Lennie, I didn’t mean to make a face like that, but even hearing the name of that asshole changes my entire mood.
The server picked this moment to come to the table and ask, “What can I bring you?” Taylor ordered a white wine and continued her story.
“At least he disappeared one day and never returned. I always wonder why he suddenly left. I never figured that out. You know I was his bottom girl, right? I worked for him for nine years and ran his stable. I turned out girl after girl for my Daddy.”
Taylor thought for a few seconds and then continued, “I bet I turned out at least 20 girls for Dwayne in my day. And while he always came across as a Romeo pimp, sweet-talking any of his girls, he could also be mean and ruthless. A fucking Gorilla pimp is what he was when push came to shove. He would have no problems beating the girls for any little thing. The asshole would even cry crocodile tears when he beat the girls, saying it was hurting him more than them, but he had to do it to ensure they did their part for our ‘family’,” using her fingers to make air quotes when she said it.
Taylor fell quiet for a few moments as the server arrived with her drink and inquired politely, “May I bring you anything else?”
“No, thank you,” Lennie replied, looking expectantly at Taylor, who continued.
“He made sure the other girls watched the beatings when he did it. It kept them scared and in line. He forced me to be rough with the stable, too. Most of them would be young, 18 or 19, and he could manipulate them with that big smile and sweet talk.”
Lennie had only heard about such things reading adult sex stories, never in real life.
“We had the routine down to a pat, and they became useful and loyal in 30 days. I’d be in the room with them anytime they were having sex with clients for that entire 30 days. Once they were turned properly, we never had any problems with them running away or trying to trade up to another pimp.”
Taylor was on a roll, Lennie somehow hit a nerve, and her frustrations from the past fell out.
“But Cindy was different. I had three days to turn her out. Three fucking days. And she knew nothing about sex, other than getting raped by that bastard uncle of hers in her senior year of high school.” She stopped and slowly shook her head back and forth, looking away as if she were embarrassed.
“God, she was mistreated, and I was the one who did most of it, except the rapes, of course. Dwayne would start sticking that monster dick inside her, and then he had some buddies who were assholes, mean assholes, who would do her again and again. And that guy Jerome, what a fucking bastard. They would gangrape every girl I turned out for him. At least the others had a month to prepare, but for Cindy, it happened on the third day. Geezuz, I was mean to Cindy. I whipped her with a belt and a cane when she wouldn’t perform sex acts she was ordered to do. I’d yell at her constantly while she cried. Dwayne made me do it, but she didn’t realize it.”
“It amazes me that you have managed to overcome this with Cindy. You are such good friends now,” Lennie interjected.
“It took years for her to trust me again. She even let me have some of the business she received using Dwayne’s phone. The alternative was walking the streets for a lot less money and putting up with nasty drunks and perverts who wanted to hurt girls. Five hundred or more with one of those screened clients, or maybe a couple of hundred bucks on the street. She saved me.”
The server came back and took away the empty glasses. “Can I bring you anything else?”
“Maybe just some orange juice for now,” Lennie replied and nodded. Meanwhile, Taylor gathered her thoughts and then continued.
“Being his bottom bitch and all, I couldn’t believe that he gave Samantha his phone with all his contacts instead of me. He trusted me with his second car to take them to appointments, to collect his money from the girls, arrange for hotel rooms, and had me beat the hell out of them while he watched, but he never gave me his contacts.”
“What did Sam say about Dwayne?” Lennie inquired, not wanting to reveal anything Cindy had told him.
“She just said he was running one of his blackmail scams, ran into the room where she was screwing one of the marks, and yelled I’m done! I’ve got to get out of here now! Take my phone and run! Save yourself! And then he ran out of the room. Sam got dressed as fast as she could and left the guy naked in bed. That’s what she told me.”
“Wow, that’s strange. Did she ever see him again, or did you, for that matter?”
“Nope. I don’t know what happened to him. He just disappeared one day.”
Lennie silently stared at her. Taylor had no idea what actually happened to Dwayne or Samantha’s involvement in his death. He felt so sorry for this beautiful blonde woman sitting a foot away from him. Her eyes had a cold, hollow look—there was a bottomless pit in her soul. She looked away from him and turned her head to the magnificent view of Elliott Bay.
As she turned her head, her beautiful, thick mane of blonde hair flipped as the wind caught it, exaggerating its movement. At that instant, Lennie saw what looked like a strange Chinese character tattooed on the base of her neck, right below the hairline. “I see you have a tattoo on your neck. Do you have others?”
Again, the look in her eyes was hollow. “No, that’s my brand. Dwayne branded every girl in his stable with it. Numerous different symbols in Chinese mean the same thing, but it’s the most derogatory version. It translates to ‘whore’.”
“Oh. I’m so sorry.” Then Lennie thought about Cindy and didn’t recall seeing something similar on her neck, or, for that matter, a tattoo of any kind on her.
“I don’t think Cindy has one of those.”
“She was supposed to get one before Dwayne disappeared, but the tattoo artist he used was out of town for some reason. She was supposed to get one the next week when he returned to town. God, that guy was so fat and ugly. I don’t think he ever bathed, either. His hair was so greasy.” She shuddered thinking about it.
The server arrived with the wine, and Taylor gratefully took a few sips of the beverage.
“Cindy was lucky, because if he marked you with that tattoo, the girl had to give him ten hours of sex, anything he wanted. And what he wanted wasn’t just vanilla sex, it was disgusting.”
Taylor paused, and a single tear slowly fell down her face. She realized it and stopped. Lennie handed her his handkerchief. She dabbed her face, being careful not to mess up her makeup.
“Sorry, Lennie.”
He reached over the table and took her hand, gently holding it with his. He patiently waited until she looked back up, and he quietly said, “No, Taylor, I’m so sad you had to live through that. No human being should ever be subjected to such horrible abuse.”
“So,” Lennie said, and tried to change the subject quickly. “Tell me about yourself. If Taylor is your stage name, what’s your given name?”
“Shelia. Original, right? It was my English dad’s idea, and my mum hated it. But she loved him, so Sheila it was.”
“Your accent,” Lennie said as he looked directly into her eyes, holding her hand, “is one of the sexiest things I think I’ve ever heard in my life. Tell me about your background. I’m making a scientific wild-ass guess you’re originally from Australia.”
Taylor immediately cheered up, cracking a wry smile. “You’re so observant, Lennie,” she snickered. “Yeah, I was born in a town outside of Brisbane. My dad was English, and my mum was a local Aussie. He worked in the office of the English Ambassador. My mother was smitten with him. They married about six months after they met, and I was their honeymoon project. When I was 15, he was transferred from Australia to the States. We first lived near the consulate in Los Angeles, and then a year later, transferred to the local Seattle consulate when I was 16.”
“That must have been difficult. Changing school every year, especially in high school.”
“Nah, not really. I was having so much fun. The boys sure gave me a lot of attention. You see, I developed at an early age. I was a full C cup when I was 15, a D cup when I turned 17, and a double D when I turned 18. And then,” she paused with that hollow look returning to her eyes, “it all came crashing down.”
“What happened?”
“My parents were killed in a car crash in my senior year. They were driving on I-90 in a construction zone in the Cascade Mountains, returning from Eastern Washington. A semi blew a front tire, lost control, and swerved across the double yellow divider line, and right into their car at full speed. The lanes hadn’t been separated by a barrier yet, like they are now. They were killed instantly. I was supposed to be with them, but at the last minute, one of my girl friends had invited me to come along with their family on a camping trip. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here today.”
Now it was Lennie’s face that had the tear rolling down. Taylor looked at him and handed the handkerchief back. “Here, you need this, I think.”
“God, Taylor, I am so sorry. You are such a strong person today, and I would have never guessed how terrible an event that was.” She gave a brief nod of acknowledgment.
“The English consulate folks did what they could, and I ended up staying with the family I was with in the end. In my senior year, I fell into the wrong crowd. Drinking, smoking weed, partying. You can guess how popular I was with these.” She pushed out her chest as her elbows nearly touched, and smiled when Lennie stared.
“Didn’t you have anyone special to look out for you or help you? Didn’t you go to therapy? Didn’t the school counselor offer any help?”
“No. I was left to my own devices. I did graduate, but barely. My friend went out of state to Cal Berkeley, and I just partied. I ran away when I was 18, and one night at some big house party with about a hundred teenagers and no parents, I met Dwayne. He was such a smooth talker. I had thought I’d found a friend, but he just turned me out like any of his other girls. He made it sound so easy. He only had a couple of other girls in those days. I thought I loved him, and I outworked them and did anything he wanted me to do. I became his bottom bitch within a year.”
“I thought it would be ‘top bitch’. You had outworked the other girls...” Lennie mused.
“I’d find girls for him, after all, I looked hot, and weak-willed girls wanted to associate with me. I’d go to many suburban house parties, held when the parents were away for the weekend. Let me tell you, finding attractive girls with low self-esteem wanting a fast life was easy. It was all a sham. I think back to those days, and I’m so ashamed of myself.”
Lennie thought to himself, “I’m trying to have a conversation with this beautiful woman, and I keep stepping in it instead.” He shook his head. “Hey, listen to me. First off, what happened to you was wrong, and it wasn’t your fault. Secondly, it’s in the past, the distant past. You have to forgive yourself first. If there is anything I can do to help you, no matter how big or small, I’ll do it. We’ve only known each other for a couple of months, but I want you to feel comfortable coming to me for help. For anything, anything at all.”
Her hands had returned to the table to hold her drink, and he reached over the top of them and gave them a slow, gentle squeeze as he stared into her eyes. “Will you do that, sweetie?”
Taylor smiled for the first time since she started sharing her horrible past life with him. “Yes, Lennie, I will. You keep reminding me again and again why Cindy is so crazy in love with you. And trust me, she IS in love with you. I think she’s just starting to realize how deep her love is for you.”
Lennie squeezed her hand again. She touched him back. “And remember, Lennie, we are all your girls now. We’re sharing with Cindy. Don’t forget.” That brilliant smile of hers finally returned. The warmth Lennie had experienced being with her was emotional for both of them.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Taylor.”
“Lennie, after my two dates tonight, I want us to be together. I want us to make love. No, not just make love, I want you to fuck me, Lennie, fuck me hard. And then make love to me. Will you do that for me?”
“Of course, Taylor. It’s like asking a hungry dog if they would do a favor by eating a juicy steak hot off the grill. I can’t think of a thing I’d rather do than make love to you, no, fuck you. Hard.”
It was about 15 minutes before 8 p.m. when her date was expected. In the last 30 minutes, their conversation centered on simpler topics, lacking the emotional weight of earlier ones. Both of them felt normal again. Lennie cracked a couple of dumb jokes, which made Taylor laugh and smile again. Taylor looked up behind Lennie and suddenly pulled her hands away from his. Lennie wondered why.
“Hello, Anthony, glad to see you again!” her bright smile flashing to someone behind Lennie. Taylor went into professional “on” mode. Lennie immediately saw the difference in her reaction to her client as compared to just seconds ago.
“Hi Taylor, so good to see you again! I’ve missed you; it’s been so long. It occurred to me that I haven’t been in Seattle for nearly seven months. That’s too long, girl. Stand up and let me look at you again.”
Taylor stood up from her barstool and did a slow, deliberate spin, making sure Anthony got a nice look at all of her special features. All of the men in the bar watched her pirouette as well, stopping conversations in mid-sentence. She stopped with her ass to him and pushed it out for his review, her face twisted around to look at him, posing while flashing a wide smile. The pink dress fell over her hips and butt like it was thin silk, showing every detail of every curve of her fantastically feminine form. Anthony let out a low whistle. Lennie just smiled.
“Are you two together?” Anthony asked.
“No, I’m just visiting and had the luck of being able to sit with one of the most beautiful women in Seattle,” Lennie smiled. “I’m guessing you are her date for this evening. I already asked, but she said that she was taken.” The corner of Lennie’s lips twisted upward in a friendly smirk, and he said, “I guess some guys get all the luck.” Anthony openly laughed. “Yeah, and tonight, that lucky guy is me!”
“Well, look at the clock, it’s nearly eight already. I have to meet my people at another restaurant. You two have fun. I was only able to talk with this beautiful woman for a little while, and you, sir, are indeed very lucky.”
Anthony turned his back to Lennie and hugged and kissed her. Lennie looked at Taylor, as she quietly mouthed, “Thank you.” He put two Benjamins on the table and got up to leave. “Have a nice evening, you two.”
As Lennie slowly walked out of the bar and turned, he was able to see the two standing on the same side of the table, the palm of his hand tightly rubbing her ass as she leaned into him with her tongue in his ear and her arm around his waist, whispering and giggling. They didn’t waste any time getting started, Lennie thought.
About fifteen minutes later, Lennie strolled into Goldfitch’s, about five blocks down First Avenue, past the Pike Place Market. As he walked into the bar, he saw an old friend smile at him. “Lennie, so good to see you again!” Greg was sincere in his greeting. “Hey, where have you been hiding, anyway? I have plenty of 40-year-old port and Buffalo Trace in reserve. What will it be tonight?”
“Greg, it’s a Buffalo Trace kind of night, and you won’t believe me when I tell you what’s going on with me. To cut to the chase, Samantha and I are seeing each other. Every. Day. I’m either at her place most evenings, or she’s at mine. I’m on the top of the world, seriously.”
Greg smiled. This was good news from his friend. Just then, he remembered it had been so long since Lennie was in his bar, and he hadn’t had the chance to thank him for the mini-vacation to Rosario resort for his wife and himself.
“Lennie, a million thanks for that Rosario vacation. When they told us that it was all-inclusive as we checked in, they weren’t kidding! We had ‘his and her’ massages all three days, and the fresh local seafood kept coming to the table again and again until we told them no more. The salmon and Dungeness crab we had for dinner on a few evenings were swimming in the wild earlier that day. I don’t think I’ve ever had seafood that fresh. And all those locally grown organic salad and vegetable dishes. Wow!
“The wife went crazy! I think we had 4 bottles of Louis Roederer Cristal. We finished their last two bottles of 2013, and the next night we had the 2014. I think those are the best vintages of the decade. Damn, that’s fine champagne. You’re too good to me, my friend!”
Lennie’s smile was beaming. He made his favorite bartender very happy. Now that’s what having money is for, he thought, surprising your friends and putting a smile on their faces.
“That makes me feel good, buddy. Hope that got the bride in the mood.”
“Ha! You’re right there. It was so unexpected, she kept thanking me for the entire time—if you catch my drift. Tell me more about you and Samantha, then. Hang on for a minute.”
Two couples walked into the bar, and Greg was standing in front of them before they got to the barstools. “Good evening, folks. What can I get you?”
Lennie took his usual spot at the end of the bar and around the corner. Traffic picked up, and Greg was busy for a while. After everyone was taken care of, Greg visited again to ensure any additional requests would be met, then walked back to Lennie.
“The last time I saw you, you didn’t seem too happy and went on a Puget Sound cruise for one in a fishing boat to get away from everything, and Samantha couldn’t find you and was freaking out. Judging from the look on your face and your body language, things have gotten better.”
“Yes, they have. In fact, I may stay around late and get a quick nightcap with my girl before you close.”
“Sam’s coming over?”
“No, Taylor is. She’s Sam’s longtime friend, and I should be getting with her around after midnight.”
Greg looked very confused. “What? Where’s Sam?”
“Oh, I’ll go over to her place after I drop off Taylor, unless Taylor decides to come to Sam’s with me. In fact, thinking about it, that’s what will probably happen.”
“Wait! What? BOTH of them? Lennie, you old dog!”
The bar was slowing down a bit, and Lennie saw the chance to lay out the entire story. Greg already saw the beginning of the story nearly two months ago.
“Greg, you remember what Samantha does for a living, right?”
Greg nodded.
“Sam has a group of ladies who are at the top end of the pay scale. She organized them and still runs the business end of their escort business. It’s strictly by referral only. Some of their clients have been coming back for nearly two decades. All of the girls are very successful financially and control who and when they see someone. And they are really close friends who share their lives.”
Greg just stared back at his friend, trying to comprehend what he was hearing.
“There are five of them, plus another gal who schedules everything and handles background checking and security. In addition, there is another girl who is a really close friend of Sam’s but doesn’t actively work like the others. She has a big whale who thinks she walks on water and gives her gifts and cash like crazy. Oh, and also ten other women, who live in the suburbs and work part-time. They’re all married, and their husbands approve of what they do.”
Greg just stood there and blinked. How could anyone make an intelligent response to that?
“Samantha gives them some work, too, but not full-time like the core group, who are single. For organizing everything, Sam’s service takes a cut, smaller than the industry average, while also providing security. The clients are wealthy, nearly all multi-millionaires or billionaires. I can’t share their names, but damn, you’d recognize a lot of them. Anyway, Sam and I just fit together and are calling ourselves boyfriend and girlfriend. And I click with all the other girls, too. I know that sounds crazy, but it’s all true.”
It was Greg’s turn to open his mouth wide enough to catch flies. “Doesn’t Sam get jealous when you sleep with one of them?”
“No, in fact, she has been nagging me to step up my game and get more active sexually with them, one-on-one or even two-on-one.” Greg had problems just putting a sentence together.
“Look, cutting to the chase, it’s at the heart just another boy meets girl, girl and boy like each other, they become a couple story. But Sam insists I also get as intimate with all of them. I’m becoming the de facto boyfriend for all of them. They are all different personalities, but everyone is, as my son likes to say, ‘a stone-cold fox’. It’s completely unbelievable, I know, but every word is true.”
Greg just let out a long, low whistle. “But, ... but, ... but,...” Greg couldn’t come up with a question as his imagination went wild.
“And they are working escorts?”
“Yep.”
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