In a few minutes Erin shuffled slowly to answer the door, and I barely recognized her. She had been beaten all over and her face and arms were a solid... mass of bleeding welts and swelling bruises. She was bleeding seemingly from everywhere and the blue terrycloth robe she was clutching around her now was spotted all over with purple-red drying bloodstains.I sat her down into a chair to cry, and immediately called 911 and reported a domestic assault and requested an EMS unit. I then asked Erin. After arriving at her house, he began to ask questions and after awhile she asked if I could come over and just watch no camera. It didn't take me long to come over. She was already a few drinks deep and she had her pants off sitting sipping her drink in her g-string. After meeting Mr. P-10 (she called him P10 because he was a perfect 10). She gave him the best head I ever saw any woman give. Mr. P-10 was enjoying her oral skills. After watching him get the best head of his life. It didnt take. “You miss me?” She said rubbing my shoulder.“How?”“Last time you were at my job, you were looking for me. You miss me, don’t you?” She said, with a smile.“Well, when you say it like that…”“I heard you saw the shiny new toy last time you were there,” she said.“You talking about… Keisha? I got to say… she’s something. Y’all got good eyes for talent,” I said, matter of factly.“You know why I do what I do?” She asked.I was waiting for this question for years, but was afraid to ask it for some. Then I stumbled upon the plus size section of a boutique. I picked up a 3x plus sized shirt and held it against me. I could tell it would fall from my shoulders and would be long enough for me to wear as a very short dress. So that was the plan then. I would literally wear a plus sized dress to the club and, to be honest, I really didn’t care at all about the potential indecency of it.When the night came we arrived at the hotel, where there was a nice ratio of females to males. Isaac began.