Skin Trader

By J. Bango

Evie is a college Grad student who supports her and her husband as an exotic dancer. When the country’s financial system suffers a complete collapse, she and her friends are forced into a lifestyle they never would have imagined. It’s a time where she suffers loss and yet learns the arts of survival and adaptation in an unknown world.
The twist and turns are frequent, as are her discoveries of her unknown sexual desires and newfound talents. This is her story; filled with danger, unlocked fantasies, comical interludes and triumphs in the face of despair. Evie proves that even in dark times, the soul always has the power to rise up and open doors that were previously locked up tightly.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J. Bango
• Release date: Jul 8, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311314390

J. Bango

#Chicklit for admirers of smart & #sexy satire, #romcom banter and #erotic word flavor. Life is hard―kick its ass. Love your fetish. #Collegehumor gone wild.Author of new adult fiction and romantic comedies. Realistic plots for today's reader, laced in satire and sexy, adult humor. A self-improvement book and an illustrated children's short story book are also available.My novels tend to bend towards a real-time and satirical view of the world with regards to all relationships˗˗friendships, lovers, family, education, career, all of it. There is no normal despite the fact that some spend a lifetime pursuing it. Normalcy is in the dysfunction of life. It's there; that the real fun and our most memorable times are created. Without loose threads, there is no laughter, no surprise, no reason to seek out anything or anyone. Simply put, I love characters who do what they want to do and make no excuses about it. They thrive and grow on experiences, which is exactly what the goal should be˗˗total freedom with no regret.I am a voracious reader when I'm not writing. My interests vary quite a bit with what I read and I guess that's what keeps me constantly searching for new concepts and perceptions. Nothing wrong with the classics mind you. Discovery can be found everywhere and it's enjoyable to see the birthing of imagination in others as they put pen to paper.It's also fair to say that I am very much a lover of the solitude and beauty that nature offers. Whether it be a lone sandy beach in the tropics, the gorgeous high country in Arizona or the ominous forests of upstate New York, I enjoy all of it. From time to time, I'll frequent a local brewery for a stout or two, but I certainly would never throw my nose up at a nice glass of red in the night time hours. Especially a rainy night with that perfect new book. Cheers!

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Part 1: Queen of the Hive

Chapter 1

About thirteen months ago.

Where is every one Tracey?

Evie, how are you sexy?

I’d be better if I could walk in this club and see some customers with a bulging wallet on their backside.

You’re in a good mood today.

Sorry. I tried the bank again and the doors are still locked. Plus the ATM is completely gone.

What do you mean gone?

Gone, as in not on the wall.

Holy shit. This is serious I think. More so than what the news has been saying.

I have rent to pay in two weeks. Not to mention a car payment, my husband’s car payment, we’re almost out of food…

I know. I’m in the same boat. Minus the husband bills, but still. Everyone’s freaking out.

"Do you have cash on hand at all?

Some, but not nearly enough. I was going to dance again, but none of you girls are making any money as it is.

Has anyone been in at all today?

Nope. Not one guy since we opened at eleven.

What are we gonna do if this doesn’t go away for a while?

What if it doesn’t go away period?

Oh my God, Tracey…don’t even say that.

The banks started closing about a week ago and never stopped closing. It happened all across the country according to the news. Much like a wall of domino’s crashing, only these dominoes had our money inside of them. The government was playing it off as being temporary, but nothing looked like it would go back to normal. No time soon anyway. My husband said that the radio and internet news stations, along with sources outside of the country, were broadcasting it as massive. This was supposedly the big one. What most people laughed off and said would never happen. Apparently, our economic system had finally collapsed and there was no Out for lunch, will return shortly sign hanging in the window.

Things were already getting nasty around here with looting and flat out robberies. I was getting more and more nervous by the day. It was scary just driving to and from work and I really didn’t feel safe at the house either. The grocery stores were closed and there were only a few gas stations left with any gas at all.

I couldn’t help but think of something that one of my regular customers used to say to me. He told me always to have a ton of food, water and cash on hand because this day was right around the corner. I, of course, thought he was just another paranoid, but it appears that in the end, I am just plain stupid. I had forgotten about those conversations with him, but today, today I heard them ringing loudly in my ears.

There’s a saying about how to judge the economy that goes as follows: when strippers are making money, everything is fine. This particular stripper was used to hauling in a thousand dollars easily on a regular day shift, but in the last week hadn’t made a dime. Not a single customer had even shown up at the club. No one, it seemed, had cash, and if they did, we would be the last ones to see it.

Well…I guess I’ll go change. For what I don’t know exactly.

Okay. Are you drinking?

I can’t afford it.

Don’t worry, I’ll hook you up. What are they gonna do? Fire me?

I know, right. Yeah, Trace. That would awesome.

Vodka, Red Bull, cranberry?

Please. At least if I get liquored up, I’ll stay warm in this icebox.

I took my bag off the bar seat and headed to the locker room. There were about a dozen girls sitting around doing make-up, texting and just bullshitting with each other. It’s warmer in here, I thought, seeing as there’s usually so many of us packed in the small room, which helps.

Hey you guys.

Hey, Evie, several voices rang out.

Has anyone heard from their regulars?

I have, said Jordan. A few of them, but no go. They lost everything.

Several of the other girls said the same thing and it looked as though no one would be coming in until this mess straightened out. I sat in a chair next to Jordan who was one of the few girls who had been around as long as I have. About two years. That’s a long time in the stripper business as most girls hop around from club to club, marry one of their wealthy regulars or graduate from college. I was debating whether to get dressed or if I should even come back anymore. It was a waste of the little gas I had left and it was clear that all I would get was drunk at the bar if I stayed.

You guys, I can’t afford to keep driving here from Phoenix and back.

Tell me about it, Evie. I come from Chandler every day.

I don’t have money for any of my tip outs today either. I’ll just have to quit if they force me to pay, I said.

Greg told me this morning that they were going to run a tab for tip-outs. If we can’t pay, they’ll put us on a running tab until this clears up, or goes back to normal, one of the other girls said. I was thinking about going outside and giving hand jobs. Anyone wanna come with?

This is so messed…

Evie, Tracey interrupted, ducking her head in the door. Good news, sweetie. That guy Jake, one of your regulars just called. He wanted to know if you’re working. He asked for you too Jordan. He’s coming in.

Yes! Jordan shouted, tapping one stiletto on the tile floor while applying her eye shadow.

Thank God, I said, as I reached in my bag for a set of matching bra and G-string."

I had no idea who Tracey was talking about, but at least I would be making money. That’s all I cared about at that moment. Whomever it was, I almost felt sorry for him. A dozen girls had just perked up and were getting themselves ready to pounce on him the second he walked in the door. On second thought, screw the bra. I needed to be as alluring as I possibly could the second he walked in the door.

After checking to make sure that my body lotion was still providing my skin with ultra-silkiness, I strapped into my seven inch stilettoes. I decided on the extra small panties, hoping to be as close to naked as possible. I had to hook this guy no matter what.

When I walked out of the locker room, he was already sitting at the bar with his back to me. Tracey and he were talking and my first thought was that thankfully, all of the girls were still in the back primping. I would have needed a pry bar to get anywhere near him if they had caught his scent.

I remembered who he was immediately when I saw his face. He was a regular and a good one at that. A spender who came in to see Jordan and me twice a week. He had a thing for me. That much I knew for sure. This should, fingers crossed, be easy money.

Hey you, I said, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing his cheek.

Evie! Hi, sweetie. How goes the battle?"

That’s not even funny. It’s a warzone outside already.

Doesn’t look too good in here either. You girls hang’n on?

Not…really. This is bad.

I know. Well, I’m happy to see you anyway. You look great as always.

Thanks. Mind if I sit with you?

No, please do. I came to see you.

Well I’m glad you did. God, I’m glad someone did, I said, finally able to laugh.

So…do you have money and supplies put away?

Uhhhhh…no.

Evie…I warned you about this. How many times did I…

I know. I didn’t listen.

You have nothing.

No, I’m…I’m totally screwed. My husband and I…we have nothing.

Well, what’s done is done. What are you going to do?

I…really don’t know. I mean, what can I…what can anyone do?

Tracey put my drink in front of me while Jake and I strayed off the subject a little bit, as best as we could anyway. It was a little difficult to talk about random daily events when there was nothing more random than the world falling apart. Talking about cancelled classes or what I would do over the weekend, seemed ridiculous at best. Everything outside of our current disaster was trivial at best or simply didn’t exist anymore.

So Jake, are you here for dances or just stopping in to say hi?

No dances kid, I’m here on business.

Right there my heart sank. I could literally feel my chest tighten and every muscle in my body simply give way into a slouch. The piss poor news was never ending and I could not catch a break to save my life. Unfortunately, I mean that quite literally. I had to have someone’s fat stack of cash in my hand very soon.

Jake, you’ve been a good customer over the years. One of my best. If you can help me out today, I’ll…

"Evie, I can help you, but in all seriousness, how long will the money last you. It won’t go far even if you can find someone who will take dollars."

I need to eat. I have bills…I…

Listen to me. I know this is beyond rough for you. I might be able to offer you a long-term solution. This is not going away anytime soon. It’s going to years of this and the worst is yet to come.

He ordered a beer for himself and a drink for Tracey, Jordan, and me. Jordan had hurried out while Jake and I were talking and huddled up close to him on the opposite side. His hand was already caressing her all but naked ass, which she encouraged of course, by scratching the back of his head with her nails. He began breaking down his offer to all three of us while we listened intently.

It comes down to this, I own my home and it’s secure. I have the means to provide for all of you and you won’t have to worry about a thing anymore, if you choose to live with me. One girl will be the Queen. The main girl who will sit above the others in status and live upstairs with me. She will have all the luxuries available at no charge. The remainder of the girls will live on the lower level and provide some things for themselves. Internet access is available to all, as well as free use of the pool and the gym. The queen is my full time mistress and the others are part time. That’s it. No bullshit about it. That’s my offer to you three first.

The three of us sat poised and staring at him for a long minute before looking around at each other. The last thing I thought I’d be offered today was a position as a whore in someone’s house. Ordinarily, I’d be offended, but this was bound to be the road that many of us girls would have to take eventually. For me, however, it was not an option worth consideration, even if I wasn’t married. Before I could say anything, Tracey spoke up.

I might be interested, Jake. If things don’t change soon.

Tracey. I said, surprised.

Evie…what else are we going to do? We have to eat. We’re not going to have any place to live. We’ll starve. Worse yet, we’ll be out in the streets starving.

"I am not going out there, Jordan said, frowning with a look of terror on her face. Fuck that. They’ll kill us out there."

Girls, here’s my card. Call me when you decide, but don’t wait too long. There’s only four slots available and I plan on filling them soon. I’m going to ask a few of you here at ‘Flesh’ and a few girls over at ‘Tequila Street’. First come, first serve.

I’m in, Jake, Jordan said, getting off her barstool and to her feet."

Seriously sweetie? I asked.

Fuck this place. I’m done with this shit. Wait for me, Jake. I’m gonna go change.

Okay, sweetie, take your time.

Tracey walked over to the end of the bar to talk with Greg our manager while Jake swiveled himself towards me.

Jake, I’m married. I can’t. I wouldn’t anyway.

I understand. If you change your mind though, give me a call. Honestly, Evie, I’m going to save the Queen spot for you. For as long as I can anyway. Things are about to get a lot rougher. I hope you realize what’s coming.

How can it possibly get worse than this?

Just…hang on to my card, okay.

Yeah, sure, but I could never do that.

Let me get you another drink before I go.

Thanks. Listen, do you have any money that I could…

Evie…sweetie, I do, but I’m not giving you any. Everything has changed. It’s a new way of life now kid. You need to get that through your head and start adapting. Nothing will ever be the same again. You take care okay.

Yeah…thanks. You too, I said, looking away and fighting my back tears.

Jordan did leave that day and we never saw her back in the club again. I text her from time to time and she says that it’s the best thing that fell into her lap since this shit storm started. She sends me pictures of her tanning out by an awesome pool and the smile on her face makes me want to slam my phone against a wall.

To make matters worse, my husband and I have been fighting non-stop about money and he’s been spending nights away from home. I’m twenty-four years old and this is supposed to be the time of my life. Instead, I walk around scared day and night. I’m losing everything and I don’t even know if I’ll be alive in two weeks.

Tracey hinted to me today that she was going to call Jake and accept his offer. That’s makes two out of the four positions that he’s filled already. As far as I knew anyway. There was no way to tell if he might have picked up a girl or two from Tequila Street, the club out in Phoenix he mentioned.

Greg and I argued for the better part of an hour when I told him I was leaving early. I have yet to make a dime and I’m not sitting around this place anymore waiting for money that is simply not going to walk through the door. I’m still not sure if he fired me or if I quit, but I was on my way home while it was still light out and that’s all I cared about. Driving after curfew was dangerous; well, more dangerous than the daylight hours by far. You saw armored police vehicles but they traveled in packs. There was no 911 response so you were out of luck if you got caught up in a bad spot. All I wanted during that ride was for Kyle, my husband, to be home and for everything between us to be the same again. He’s all I have left.

Twenty minutes later, when I pulled in our driveway, Kyle’s car was there. He wasn’t working at all. Most people weren’t unless they worked for the government. Kyle was a hair stylist at the mall in Scottsdale and no one was getting haircuts these days, that’s for sure. When I walked through the front door, I found several of his packed bags sitting on the floor next to the couch. Strangely, I didn’t see any of my own and I hoped that he was working on that right now.

Kyle?

Yeah, in here.

I walked through the hallway and into the bedroom where I found him emptying his side of the closet.

What…what’s going on?

I’m…just getting some things together here.

Yeah Kyle, I can see that. Why? Are we going somewhere?

Uhhhhh…I am Evie.

"You are. As in you, but not your wife too?"

Evie, this isn’t working. We don’t have any money.

"Yeah Kyle, I get that. I’m still your wife though. Where is it exactly that you’re going? Without your wife."

There’s a girl from work…I mean I do her hair from time to time. She works at another club. Turns out, she was a paranoid prepper for years. She has dollars, crypto currencies, gold, silver, a shit ton of food and she owns her own place. She…she kind of asked me to move in.

"You’re fucking ditching me you? You fucking little pussy ass prick!"

Evie, c’mon.

C’mon what? You fucking asshole! Things get tough and you bail?

Tough? Evie, we’re going to fucking die! We have zero money or food.

So you bail on your wife and leave her for dead. Save yourself, huh Kyle.

Well what else can I do? Evie, you’re better off without me. Guys will want you.

You asshole! You think that I would ever do that? Or is that it? You think that I’ll have to and then you won’t want me again.

Evie…we’re all going to have ta…do things now.

You are nothing but a disrespectful coward, Kyle. Who in the fuck are you?

Evie…

Get your shit together and get out, you little baby.

My marriage ended today in the blink of an eye. I never even saw it coming. This couldn’t be real, none of it. I’m having a horrible dream, but this is just too impossible to happen to one person. I drank too much and fell asleep next to the pool and I was having a nightmare to rival that of having the flu. I was delirious. It is, however, the longest and most painful nightmare I have ever known and my heart is beyond shattered.

I walked outside and sat on the front porch. Something I never dare do these days. It’s quiet out except for the sporadic gunfire in the background and the screaming. The screaming is non-stop and comes from what feels like all directions. On second thought, it’s not quiet at all. I’m simply oblivious to the world that’s falling down around me because my own just ended. Slowly, I scrolled through my phone until I found what I was looking for.

Hello.

Jake…it’s Evie.

Hey you. Everything okay?

No…no everything is wrong.

Sorry to hear that.

Me too, Jake. Listen, I need…I need a place.

I still have your spot open if you want it.

Can I come over and take a look and get into the details?

Sure. When did you want to come?

Now. As soon as I can load my car I mean.

Okay, good deal. Here’s the address.

I passed several tank units on my way to Jake’s. They paid no attention to me as they barreled past me. There were a lot more demanding things going on than having to worry about a broke ass college girl-stripper, who just lost her husband. People were shooting and stabbing each other in the streets now. Car jacking’s were common and no one stopped for anything while driving. If you were on foot, you were hunted like an animal for clothing and any possible valuables, or you were the actual Hunters, as the news was calling them. I never thought in a million years that I would be making this trip, but part of me was so scared at this point, I was almost okay with it.

I drove quickly and fairly easily with not many people being on the roads. Gas was a serious problem and most people didn’t have any or were saving it to barter with when they could. It was dusk and just dark enough to see the orange glow of the fires that began springing up everywhere you looked. They were going to burn everything by the time it was all said and done. Honestly, I wondered if anything at all would be left in a few more weeks. If you panned your vision from side to side, it looked like what you saw in the apocalypse or urban warfare movies. The only thing that was different was the smell. You never comprehended the smell of death on T.V. Dead bodies in the street decaying, mixed with the smokey stench of burning buildings was beyond sickening.

It was dark when I pulled up to the gate access of Jake’s community. I punched in the access code that he gave me and waited for the iron gate to roll backward. It was a very nice neighborhood and the houses were well above average, in not only size, but in style and elegance. It was a well to-do property and that was somewhat comforting. When I reached his drive, I saw the house well lit and gated again. It was secure just as he described and I knew that at minimum, I’d get a full night’s sleep finally.

Jordan, bless her heart, was waiting in the driveway for me with two cocktails in hand. I assumed one was for me and hoped that many would follow.

Evie! Welcome you hot bitch. How are you? she asked, hugging me tightly.

Shitty.

What happened?

Kyle left me for some stripper slut with money and food.

Oh man, seriously? I’m sorry, honey, she said, sympathetically. Screw that douchebag. And may I remind you that you’re a stripper also.

Was, I quit today. And I may be a stripper, but I’m not a slut.

You’re about to be, sweetie. Don’t worry. The house kicks ass and we’ll have fun. I promise. I’m sorry about Kyle.

I just can’t believe all of this is happening. How is this even possible?

I don’t know. I don’t think about it. All I have left is my sanity at this point and I plan on keeping it. It’s the one thing they can’t take away from us. That and our soul. C’mon, I’ll show you around Queen Evie. We’ll grab your stuff later.

What’s with the Queen shit anyway?

"It means that you will be living the high life here. You are the boss of the household and everything is taken care of for you. I have to pay for my liquor, but todays a holiday thanks to you. Jake opened the bar to us in celebration of your arrival. I’m getting so hammered tonight I can’t even tell you."

You and me both.

The inside of the house was amazing. It was big and comphy and very nicely done. The pool area out back was massive, being that the house was on a very large lot. It had a waterfall that spread along almost the entire back wall of the property and was lit by LED color changeable lighting throughout. I noticed two king sized, covered cabanas resting on the pool deck to the west of the property for lounging and another pair of futons sat under the covered patio. Jake had this set up for the complete luxury and comfort of his girls and there was no question, why Jordan never returned to the work. There was no reason to leave this house.

Taylor, another girl from our club, came walking out back to meet us with a cocktail in her hand as well. My jaw dropped when I saw her here, even though it shouldn’t have been that much of a surprise. She was one of Jake’s very favorites also. A very pretty black girl with a body that killed. Each of us had the Jake common denominator; pretty faces, sexy legs and heart shaped asses. My biggest concern was that she had become the so-called Queen already. Taylor was far and away my only real competition when we were at the club and this could spell bad news for me. Jordan had already said that I was the Queen though. I was confused and fairly sure that I was the one confusing myself due to the day’s events. The only thing that I trusted anymore was that all of this was beyond weird.

Taylor…hey you, I said, smiling.

My Queen. It’s about time you showed up. We’ve been waiting for you.

Yeah, sorry. I had to wait for my husband to dump me for another stripper.

You’re kidding.

No, unfortunately I’m not.

When?

Couple of hours ago.

Oh shit. Well, you probably want to see the bar I’m assuming.

Please.

Right this way my Queen.

Will you stop with that, I said, whispering. What’s up with the Queen crap anyway?

It means all of this is yours and that we are your humble peasant servants.

Are you serious?

I am. We do whatever you say now my lady.

Taylor…stop. Why aren’t you Queen? When I saw you, I thought for sure…

He asked me. When you didn’t call after a week or so, he offered it to me.

And?

I thought about it and almost accepted. I like my little room and my privacy though. Jake’s extremely good to us, but…I just wasn’t ready for the full time commitment. I’m only twenty-two. Who knows though? Maybe down the road I’ll change my mind and challenge you for it.

Challenge me?

Jake will break all of it down for you in a few days. For now, just relax and enjoy being in here, as opposed to out there.

Yeah. Yeah, I will.

It’s nice here, Evie. Seriously, enjoy it. The good old days are gone.

The girls and I parked ourselves at the kitchen island and started in on several more drinks. I noticed right away how much more comfortable it was in this house as compared to my own. No gun fire outside, the birds are still chirping as they settle in for the night, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d swear nothing had happened.

After maybe a half hour had passed, Taylor and Jordan took me on a tour of the lower level. Each of their rooms were spacious and done up very nicely with their things from home. They had obviously settled in for the long haul and appeared to be more at ease with all of this than I could fully grasp yet. So comfortable, in fact, that both of them were walking around in nothing more than their G-strings. It was pretty much like being at work except this place was a lot nicer. I found out later that Jake preferred this dress code for easy access ass grabbing at all times. He was an ass man for sure and it was a given that his hands would be full of mine, day and night now. It proved impossible for him to keep his hands off of me at the club, which meant he would molest me to no end here.

My mind kept racing back and forth; with part of me listening to the girls go on about nothing more than the amenities. The other parts of my now numbing brain were thinking about Kyle whom I may never see again. Still another part is thinking about how Jake, my customer, was now my owner. He would fuck me in a few hours and I would have to pretend to enjoy it. I would have to love it. What was really messing with my head is the fact that honestly; I hoped that I would love it. I hoped he would fuck me so good that I could forget everything.

We walked outside eventually to unload my car of the piles and piles of clothes and toiletries that I packed. I noticed again, how peaceful it was here. You couldn’t help but notice it. All of us, the lucky us, were silently realizing how much we took our lives for granted before. What were simple freedoms only exist here in this gated community now where people still walk their dogs and take bike rides. I thought about my new man waiting for me somewhere upstairs. About him sliding in between my legs soon and dumping his cock inside of me. Would I like sucking him? Would I like his taste? I was both excited and nervous and I kind of wished that he were inside of me already. I simply wanted to know.

So you guys…

Yes, Queen Evie?

"Taylor, stop already with that. Please."

As you wish Your Highness, Jordan laughed.

What’s it like being with Jake? You know…

The sex? Jordan asked.

Yeah. How is it?

It’s good! I like it. He has a nice dick, sweetie, Taylor said, smiling. I actually love fucking him, now that we found our groove."

He’s big too, Evie. Not too big though, Jordan said, nodding.

And…he’s all about the oral pleasure, said Taylor.

Of course he is. He’s a guy, I said, laughing.

Noooo, sweetie, he loves to give it.

He does? Jordan asked, surprised. What the fuck, Taylor. He’s never gone down on me once.

Really? Huh. Maybe he only likes eating fine black pussy like mine.

"Bullshit. He’s going to devour Evie. Sweetie, we probably won’t see you for the next three days."

She’s right, Evie. You better shave now because he’s going down on you for the long haul. He’ll make you cum hard though.

Well, that’s…not a bad thing, I said, smiling a little easier now.

Let’s get this stuff upstairs. Wait until you see your room. You’re gonna freak, Jordan said, raising her brows.

We all gently bounced off the wall and the railing as we carried armloads of my things up to the second level. When we reached the top of the stairs, I stopped dead in my tracks and panned the entire area. Jake had turned the top level into one giant loft style apartment. It literally consisted of the master bedroom only. It was huge and it was awesome. The only divisions were the bathroom and the walk in closets. Jake was sitting at a writing desk in front of one of the many windows and turned towards us, as we rustled are way forward.

Hey-hey! You made it!

I did. Hi Jake, I said, forcing a smile.

I’m glad. Listen, I’ll stay out of your way and let you get settled. If you need anything, just ask the girls okay?

I will thanks.

Jordan, put Evie’s things in the empty closet on the right and show her the bathroom for me please, will you.

No problem. Right this my Queen.

Stop, Jordan.

Get used to it Evie. We are at your service now and for always, Taylor chimed in, while they both laughed at me again.

Actually Evie, they’re right. Jake said, spinning around in his chair again. This is your house now. Everyone yields to you. Everyone except me that is.

My closet was almost as big as my bedroom at home. Fully equipped with a center island and a seating area. If nothing else, I finally had a place to put all of my shoes. From what I gathered so far, my stilettoes would be the mandatory fashion here at Jake’s place. Earlier in the day, I didn’t think I’d ever be in stripper attire again. It was clear that it would be my only form of dress in my new home. Not a bad tradeoff I guess. I hated doing laundry so one load of G-strings every two weeks was a relief.

The girls offered to collect the rest of my things from the car as I began to sort and hang my enormous amount of cloths. I did sidetrack myself at one point to check out the bathroom, which forced my mouth to drop open. A walk in rain shower that was so big it didn’t even have walls or partitions. Completely open. The tub, of course, was a two or three person deal with jets. It was breathtaking and I was in love already. I immediately decided that I would drink more and fuck Jake’s brains out all night long. Yes, the closet and the bathroom were enough to turn me into a voluntary slut and I’m okay with that.

When I went back to my walk-in, I figured it was time to begin playing my part. I stripped myself down to my panties and sat in the chair to fasten