Whip Service

To escape from the mob, a young woman flees certain death for a life of constant degradation. Excerpt "I'll save your life," the dark-haired, young man smiled as he tugged at me. I was in shock and fear. My lover had miscalculated the outcome of attempting to take the life of an underworld kingpin who was blackmailing him straight to the poorhouse. Instead of meeting minor opposition the entire crew blasted him, leaving him in the plush motel room to die. They found me in his silver Mercedes parked close by where I was waiting for Gus to return. "It's your only chance," Carlos said nervously. "The police will pick up this car...with you in it. Come on, get going." Seizing the chance to escape the terrible involvement in the gangland vendetta killing, I had no other course but to follow a member of the opposition...Carlos. As we sped away from the luxury seaside motel Carlos grinned, "Now, take off your clothes." I glanced at him in disgust. His firm hand reached for my thigh. I hedged. "But what if an officer stops us?" "Offer him a piece." As his hand gripped my thigh, squeezing painfully, I began undressing. "Don't take so much time." "Don't get your balls in an uproar," I blurted. And then I felt the hard impact of the back of his hand hitting across my face. "I don't dig women who talk back."

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