Gypsy knew the rules of the game. She learned them at seventeen. In two years time she felt as though she had lived a lifetime. Rule number one, you never reveal the client’s name or what happened during the meeting. Until today, she kept that promise to herself. Everything had changed in the past week, and it was time for her to lay her cards on the table. It would make or break her decision to walk back into the escort business again. Gypsy was about to lose everything she worked so hard to get. Her credibility.Continue reading “The Arrest -12-“
His hand met her skin, the fragile curve of her neck fitting perfectly in his grasp. Against the wall her body blended, his lips a breath away from the feast. That cocky smirk curling his lip, one slow push down the wall and she rested on her knees. His eyes down, the smirk deepening as a raspy growl asked one question. “Do you deserve it?”
Thirty minutes before reaching Vegas, Gypsy realized one thing. She had nowhere to go once she got there, and whatever she chose needed to have enough privacy for her not to be recognized. The moment that Mary Kennedy entered Vegas, every rag magazine would take pictures and harassing why she was there. Settling on a Motel 6, she called ahead and made reservations under the name Jamie Smith. Hookers and druggies frequented those off the strip places. Not the place that you would find the Great Granddaughter of a dead President. She was sure of one thing, though. After tonight, she would be dead, or free. She was prepared for either of the two. Breathing was beginning to be an effort that she was tired of.Continue reading “The Arrest -11-“
Slamming the door of the apartment, Lola turned, her cheeks flaming a heat that burned like hell. “What the hell was that? You acted like a child in front of a man. I told you, if you make me look bad, you won’t be going with me anymore,” Lola scolded. Tossing her purse on the couch, Lola stood with her hands perched on her hips as though she were waiting for a fight. Lola had to work with this man, and she secretly saw, dating, his best friend. In no way did she want to seem like a groupie.Continue reading “Are You Awake -10-“
This story is not for those sensitive. Please, do not read if you are offended by blasphemy.Continue reading “Sunday Sinner”
Do not regret your mistakes. Embrace them. They are the fibers that molded a one of a kind creation.
It was done. The book no longer in her hands. Gypsy could only hope that the person who now had it didn’t judge her for the contents. Sexual meetings listed in great detail stained the pages of that book. That was mild compared to the other contents. Mafia meetings, dates and times of hits that she was present at, and deals. Yes, drug deals, including who, what, and how. A lot of the players listed in the book could get you killed. A few of those contacts she had met with long after she added them to the pages. It’s nice to know the right people if you need a pound of coke, or the best black tar heroin. No, she didn’t use, but her clients respected the fact that she could obtain for them everything they wanted with a blowjob on top. Even at her age, Gypsy had the life history of someone twice her age.Continue reading “The Arrest -9-“