CHAPTER NINE
Three days after she'd been there, Debbie met the madame who ran the place.
"I'm Carla," the Spanish girl smiled, "and from what I hear, you are giving the men a good time."
Through tear-dimmed eyes, Debbie broke down and wept. At last someone could sympathize with her plight.
Carla was a voluptuous woman in her early thirties. Sitting on the edge of the bed she wrapped her arms around Debbie and held her closely.
"Poor baby," she shook her head. "Just getting out to understand what life is all about."
Debbie thought she would have some sympathetic feeling until her hands groped her bosoms. Carla was actually feeling of them.
"My, but you do have a beautiful body," Carla observed. "It's a pity it's wasted on some of those miserable men. I could love you so much," she ex
