She has no idea, but she’s long since stopped trying to get me interested at any other time. SHE …” he emphasized the word, drawing it out, “�...�� knows when she’s on a good thing and doesn’t ask questions.” I hadn’t told him about Evan yet but perhaps he had already guessed, given my interest. It had occurred to me more than once that I used to be on a very good thing. “So you’re straight on club night; and gay the rest of the time?” I asked with a little edge of sarcasm in my voice. “God! You. Price nodded. ?Oh God yes. She’s having a party. Tonight. And she wants an entertainer.? ?Do you need me too?.?? She began asking and hushed as he waved her off. ?Oh no. You’re still too new to the Locke. She can’t afford you. Usually what we do is allow our more experienced girls to fulfill private party contracts unless a client specifically asks for a particular girl. With what Ms. Rutger is asking, you would get seriously gypped monetarily.? She nodded. ?So. Please!", I shouted after them. I was alone in the dark. I was scared, trembling, strung up like a piece of meat. I struggled to try to get free but couldn't. I started to call out for help and no one seemed to hear. Then I heard someone approaching, I swiveled my head around trying to see but couldn't, then I heard a zipper and hands were grasping my legs and I felt the tip of a cock pushing against me again."I've seen you around, kid, but wasn't going to pay for it. Hah, now looks like. Victoria’s Secret, Bed Bath and Beyond, and some sex store I’ve never been to but looks to have some great deals. I am feeling horny after my shower anyway, so figure I’d check that out first. My plan is to hit some shopping, come back to my parents’ house and pack up, then go back to my own home about an hour away. After spewing some bullshit about going clothes shopping, I type the address of the sex shop into my phone and head out. After a few miles, I see it on the right. It is a small, but.