Author: | Mark S. R. Sterling | ISBN: | 9781507007716 |
Publisher: | Mark S. R. Sterling | Publication: | February 12, 2015 |
Imprint: | Language: | English |
Author: | Mark S. R. Sterling |
ISBN: | 9781507007716 |
Publisher: | Mark S. R. Sterling |
Publication: | February 12, 2015 |
Imprint: | |
Language: | English |
Needing to preserve her cover as a terrorist, Paige Turner agrees to accompany a New York mobster into Mexico. The trip will be a vacation for Paige while the mobster negotiates a new drug pipeline. However, nothing is as it appears to be and she is soon forced to do the unspeakable.
Excerpt from the story:
“Hump…if you do a good job and are enthusiastic…you may earn quickly. If I have to chain you to a bed…well…men do not pay as much for women who provide so little…service.”
“How long?” I repeat.
“Until I decide to let you go…or you give me the source of your drugs.”
Shit!
“That doesn’t sound like much of a deal,” I risk arguing. However, I will snap up any offer he makes that gets me out of here. This prison is escape poof and most any other place will present opportunities to either escape or get a call out to Jackson.
“How is the sex different…working for me? But…if you like it here,” he looks at the ceiling, “you can stay here.” He stands and folds the chair.
“NO…I mean yes…I will do what you ask…anything you ask,” I leap forward and grip the bars while I plead.
“Anything,” he sadistically repeats my word. “You will need to demonstrate…prove your….willingness.”
“Okay…how?”
“Strip”
Shit, he wants proof now.
Needing to preserve her cover as a terrorist, Paige Turner agrees to accompany a New York mobster into Mexico. The trip will be a vacation for Paige while the mobster negotiates a new drug pipeline. However, nothing is as it appears to be and she is soon forced to do the unspeakable.
Excerpt from the story:
“Hump…if you do a good job and are enthusiastic…you may earn quickly. If I have to chain you to a bed…well…men do not pay as much for women who provide so little…service.”
“How long?” I repeat.
“Until I decide to let you go…or you give me the source of your drugs.”
Shit!
“That doesn’t sound like much of a deal,” I risk arguing. However, I will snap up any offer he makes that gets me out of here. This prison is escape poof and most any other place will present opportunities to either escape or get a call out to Jackson.
“How is the sex different…working for me? But…if you like it here,” he looks at the ceiling, “you can stay here.” He stands and folds the chair.
“NO…I mean yes…I will do what you ask…anything you ask,” I leap forward and grip the bars while I plead.
“Anything,” he sadistically repeats my word. “You will need to demonstrate…prove your….willingness.”
“Okay…how?”
“Strip”
Shit, he wants proof now.