Chapter Nine
As always, May Belle passed through the lower level door and climbed the back stairs. She paused at the office door, knocked thrice, entered, closed the door and stood waiting for orders.
“Take your clothes off,” the man said at once.
“But, dinner…?” The last time, instead of dinner, the client bruised her so badly; a week passed before the abrasions disappeared and she could work or attend classes without embarrassment.
The man slid his chair from the kneehole of his desk, stood and stared, his face red with anger. “NOW…!”
“If you hurt me, I’ll never come back.”
“And miss out on the candy?” John Reynolds figured she’d not forego her cocaine connection.
“Please don’t hurt me, I need to work.”
“WHEN YOU’RE NUDE, CRAWL…!”
“Yes, sir,” May Belle shook with apprehension, b
