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Chapter 1...As if I hated it… She was being fucked to the hilt. There were no two ways about it. She did seem to like it, which was unusual for this line of work. Watching, I felt more uncomfortable than usual. A lot of guys think this is the dream job. They would be wrong. There are lights. It's hot. People sweat—even I was sweating—and not all people smell good when they sweat. Then there are body fluids. And gasses. People let those out right along with their semen and vaginal releases. It didn't matter. They were two pretty people. It...

I'd been prowling around the nightclub all night – some sleazy shit-hole in Ibiza – looking for the girl I'd seen the previous night. I didn't get her name, but she was a bubbly blonde with a thick Geordie accent. She was wearing a tight yellow top and a short black skirt. She was quite short, just over 5 foot tall I suppose, and had a great set of tits on her. The last I saw of her, was her going off with two lads from Essex. I discretely followed them as they walked along the street and entered the back...

“I’m getting’ too old for this shit” thought Dustin Heard as the car traveled into the Hollywood Hills. He was headed toward Nicole’s mansion high above Los Angeles. Tanned, busty Nicole Arbour. That big, blonde American bitch. She was goin’ down. Permanently. She and all her cute little blonde girlfriends. Nicole Arbour. Lesbian madam. 40 years old, 5’ 10” tall, leggy, athletic, strong. And stacked. Like a brick house. 50E-24-38. Shoulder-length thick blonde hair. Bright red lipstick, toenails, and fingernails. Golden tan from sunbathing in the nude. Neatly trimmed pussy. A real, live Amazon queen. Nicole had been supplying beautiful American...