“Laura,” yelled Kendra: “Wait until we get her in the cell,” Penny barely heard the escort reprimanding the other woman.
“f**k you,” Laura echoed. “She’s soaked and I wanted to make sure she’ll be ready. You lead. I’ll encourage her with a bit of that new f**k lotion, okay?”
“Right,” was Laura’s response as they hurriedly urged their bound and gagged charge along the downward sloping hallway. The woman who fingered Penny withdrew her hand, reached into her waist pack and withdrew a tube of what appeared to be yellow toothpaste. She smeared some of the cold, sticky cream on her fingers while the other woman led Penny to a door on the left of the corridor. They stopped at the door, unlocked it and pushed Penny into a brightly lit room with a metal examining table with several wide straps h
