CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The three men were drunk and stoned, falling all over her and each other as they walked Laney through the Prague neighborhood toward a small hotel. At least one of them had loaned her his jacket to wear, although it was too short to cover anything but her breasts. Her naked ass and cleanly shaved p***y were bare for the curious eye to see. Thankfully, it was the dead of night when they came for her, so there were few people who would see the pretty, wasted brunette stumbling along half naked with her drunken friends.
After climbing three flights of stairs, with Laney faltering in the red stilettos, the four finally landed in a tiny hotel room and fell onto the bed in one great heap, laughing—at least the three men were laughing, but not Laney, whose ever-present fear had
