Chapter 16 – Mary Beth
I knew about the whorehouse. I guess everybody knew about it. I’d heard the guys talking when they thought I wasn’t listening. If they’d had enough beer they didn’t care if I was listening or not, so I had a pretty good idea how it worked.
Every weekend I went out dancing in the bars, and most weekends I bought a lucky guy home with me. I only bought a guy back for a second night if there was something special about him. There was something very special about Michael.
“You work for Vlad?” I was laying on my back smoking a cigarette, temporarily sated. Michael was the best f**k, by far, that I’d ever had. But my curiosity was driving me insane.
“Yeah, so?” Michael’s voice was so low pitched I could feel the vibrations in my p***y. I wished I could get him to eat m
