’ I tell you softly. When you are seated I slide your pants up and unlace your boots, pulling them off. Then I pull your pants the rest of the way o...ff, your socks coming off with them. They too join the pile next to the chair. I sit back and look at you resting in our new chair. It is the perfect size, well built and large enough for you to be comfortable in. The construction of it is perfect for my plans. I run my hands over your calves then concentrate on softly massaging them. I work my way. " It was really no contest. The guys weren't going to risk their futures forme. And I wasn't a Goddess on a pedestal any more, if I ever was. I was justa cum-soaked whore on a fucking bench now. I couldn't even think of a way toplead. I couldn't even look anyone in the face. Jen turned to look down on me. "Don't you look just darling, Sara? You cute little tramp. You actuallyARE very attractive, in a whorish sort of way." Her tone changed to one ofmock solicitude. "Would you like me to. I really can't say what would have happenedotherwise. There is no roadmap for me to follow or for the people Imeet. As a writer yourself you should understand that your book of lifeis just a series of empty pages, Jirra. The story of your life will bewhatever you make it as far as I'm aware." Really, Jen?" Yes, Jirra, really. It feels as though my mission is to offeropportunities that the people I meet might not have had otherwise. Theultimate decision is entirely theirs to make and there are. There is plenty of administrative work to keep me busy. So much so, that it is 14:30 before I get round to calling the number on my little piece of paper.I make the call. A voice answers, “Hello, who is this, please?”“Hi,” I say, “is that Louise?”“Ah hello, thanks for calling back,” I hear Louise say.“No problem,” I tell her.“You have changed your phone number. That is why I did not recognize you until you spoke,” Louise explains.“Yes,” I say, “yesterday I called on a friend's phone.”“Of.