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3 dimensional bitch | 11kestrels | 4

 

I decided selling myself would be less risky and a lot more fun. I could get fucked as many times as I wanted to, and make lots of money while doing it. I walked along the street, purposely shaking my firm ass and bouncing my full, round tits. It wasn't too long until my first customer pulled up beside me in a stretch limo. He rolled down the passenger side window. The guy in the passenger seat spoke to me. "Hey baby. Wanna climb in the back seat?"

"Sure" I said with a saucy look. I opened the back door, and climbed inside the car. Once I was in, the driver locked the doors. I was trapped inside the car with four other men in the back seat.

"Man, are you ever one fine looking bitch!" said the big back one. "My name is Henri. This puny little white boy next to me is Gilbert. The one on your left is called Ben. To your right is Nigel. Up front is William and Harry. So tell us, what is your name?"

"Deanna" I said, nervously.

"There is no need to be nervous" said Henri. "We are all gonna party together, and get to know each other quite well before the day is through." He opened the fridge and pulled out a beer. "Drink?" he asked me.

"Sure. Why not?" I said, trying to play down the bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"What would you like?" Henri asked.

"Do you have Jack and Coke?"

"Sure do. One Jack and Coke coming right up for the lady."

Henri busied himself mixing my drink. I watched as he put ice, Jack, and Coke into a tall tumbler. What I didn't know was the glass was already pre-coated on the inside with a drug that would render me and all my abilities harmless.

"So let's talk price" I said as I took a sip from the drink Henri gave me. "I'm willing to do all six of you as a special deal. What would you say to a thousand Euros?"

"I think that price is very acceptable" said Henri. "Shall we drink to it?" He tipped his beer, and I tipped my glass. He pulled out a wad of money, and counted out a thousand Euros. He handed me the money, which I stuffed into the pocket of my leather skirt.

"Whoa! That's a strong drink" I said, as the drug started to react on me. My head started swimming, and I couldn't focus. All I remember is hands groping all over me before I passed out.


 

What happens to Deanna?

 
 
 

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