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... was willing to pay. Slightly balding, middle aged with a paunch, he wasn’t that handsome, but he had what it took. Money. Deloris could almost see the relief on Heather’s face. Some girls were always iffy if they would show up, but Deloris would bet her last dollar that Heather would be there at five. They talked some more, but the subject of Friday night was over as if it never happened. They just talked as though they were mother and daughter. Heather was never as nervous as she was when she drove to the address on Friday. She was actually going through with this. She was going to bed with a complete stranger for money. She had no idea how old he was or what he looked like. She just knew that he was going to fuck her. Yes, she said it. Fuck. There would be no love or romance, just raw sex to satisfy a lust. Would I feel anything? Would he make me cum like I did when I masturbate? She got there sooner than she wanted to, pulling in the front of the nondescript house. It didn’t look like a whorehouse, half expecting neon lights proclaiming that Heather was working tonight. She laughed at her own thoughts, sounding much more ridiculous as she said them out loud. She was almost in good spirits by time she got to the door; surprised that Deloris opened the door without her knocking. “I knew you wouldn’t let me down, Heather. Come in.” Heather didn’t know what to expect, but the house was empty. Again, she laughed, expecting men to be sitting, waiting for the whores to show ...

... up, maybe a piano player in the corner, Deloris serving drinks to the impatient men. They went into the living room, a living room like a normal house would have. “Have a seat.” Deloris looked at her, a little scared, but nothing that wouldn’t go away. Fucking would take her mind off of anything. “What should I do?” Heather didn’t know what was expected of her. “Just play it by ear. Bill is a nice man. You’ll like him. He’ll tell you what he wants, just do what he wants and everything will be okay.” No use telling her too many details. She’ll learn quick enough, Bill to arrive soon. They talked for a few minutes, more everyday talk than what was going to happen. The doorbell rang in a few minutes. “Why don’t you go in the kitchen, Heather.” Deloris waited until she left before she let Bill in the house. “It’s about time, Deloris. I’ve been waiting for over a month.” Bill was impatient. “She’s worth the wait. You can’t find many like this anymore. She’s a sweet blonde, ballet girl, gorgeous and a virgin. Just remember to teach her right.” “You know me. Give me ten minutes, then send her in.” Bill was already walking down the hall to the bedroom, knowing exactly where to go. He had been here many times before. He opened the door, the bed in the room the most prominent furniture as it should be. It had a connecting bathroom. “You’re on, Heather. The second room on the right. His name is Bill. Be respectful,” she warned her. Heather walked down the hallway as if it were her death ...