69 Barrow Street,
I was told to drive down to
Barrow Street at the corner of main street and Chelsea Amanda Clinton would meet me at the
corner, so that's what I did over an hour ago.
I was sitting in my car at 69 Barrow Street in Washington D.C. waiting
for Amanda and just watching the hookers walk by and grading the merchandise. It's not like I've ever met
her before but the escort service said she was the best and that's what the
boss wanted, the best. I was looking forward to checking out Amanda and if everything worked out maybe we could hook up after the boss got his shot off.
The Lavender Agency was a very
exclusive escort service for rich men and Andy Ledger was a very rich man. They give you an address and the girl meets you there but, this one is running late. My boss, Andy Ledger, was the founder of the Crime Dungeon which
was one of the hottest bars in the D.C. area. That boy has more pussy cats than the pet shelter but he always insisted on paying for his pleasure. Andy had sent me to 69 Barrow Street and told me to look for the red
head and bring her back to the mansion.
It was a nice day, blue skies and a few white clouds so the waiting
wasn't bad but that's how I felt the first hour. After a hour and a half watching the whores walk by the car I got the feeling that this Chelsea Amanda red head would be a no show. I kept watching but I included the clock in the car on my watch list.
The not so young and not so
innocent Amanda showed up after four o'clock and she sure did have red hair,
but it was out of a bottle from Wal-Mart.
Amanda was not a model runway girl but she had nice long legs and looked to be
slim and in good shape. There was no
point at all bringing some ugly girl back to the mansion so this gutter star
better be good in bed for three hundred dollars an hour.
I would have bet a hundred
bucks she was a leather girl and slept with more girls then she did boys. I'm not sure she was worth the price of salt
but I opened the side passenger door and Amanda pulled up her skirt a little
and sat down. She gave me a nice shot as she pulled up her short dress and rolled into the car and the missing panties was a nice start to the ride to the mansion.
My job was to take her back to the mansion and go away for at least four hours so if she was a lesbian it was Andy's problem. She had a really nice necklace on that was kind of old fashioned and matched her dress and shoes like it had been some queer pattern she found at Penny's.
My job was to take her back to the mansion and go away for at least four hours so if she was a lesbian it was Andy's problem. She had a really nice necklace on that was kind of old fashioned and matched her dress and shoes like it had been some queer pattern she found at Penny's.
Amanda was a strange kind of
sister because she thought I was Andy Ledger and before she spoke she grabbed
my pants and asked me what I wanted. I
told her to relax and that my job was driving her ass, not driving her ass. At least she smiled.
Three miles away from the
mansion I told Amanda that we would be parking in about five minutes or so and
she smiled and leaned back and stretched her arms high and out wide and high again. It was like she was getting ready for a long haul.
She told me she really like these twilight affairs and had once fuc.ed Bill Clinton as he whispered his love for her, but she enjoyed Hillary a lot more.
She told me she really like these twilight affairs and had once fuc.ed Bill Clinton as he whispered his love for her, but she enjoyed Hillary a lot more.
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