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"I need your help, Ms. Lion. Tony invited some clients that he wants me to sexually entertain. I refused to be raped and gangbanged again. Please help."
Ashley
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Claiming that she was sick with the flu, Laura called in sick the following week. The day after Laura received Ashely's letter, disguised as her, Laura had Darren pick her up at Ashely's apartment. Dressed ready for trouble, she wore a baseball cap, dark glasses, and a bulletproof vest and metal bands across her thighs beneath her silk, one-piece synthetic, silk bodysuit. She also wore metal bands covering her wrists.
Darren looked at Laura in his rearview mirror quietly sitting in the backseat with her head down.
"You're not wearing any makeup, and what's with the bodysuit. You look like Catwoman. The boss isn't going to like you dressed like that," he said. "Unless you're still under the weather, he wanted you to dress sexy today to meet his clients. No matter, Crystal and Tiffany will get you ready," he said with a dirty laugh.
Laura peered up at the driver.
"Fuck the boss," she said. "And fuck you, too, Darold, for raping me and forcing me to suck your puny dick."
He hated it when someone mistakenly called him Darold instead of Darren. He shot and killed the last man who called him Darold. If looks could kill, she would have been dead by the way he was staring at her with vengeful hate in his rearview mirror.
"Fuck me? My name is Darren, not Darold," he said chewing out his words with hate. "I'm going to fuck you up. I'm going to tell the boss what you said. I'm going to tell him that you told him to fuck himself. After he's done with you, it will be my turn. I guarantee you that after, Tony, me, Paul, and Ritchie have our sexual way with your mouth, your pussy, and your ass, you'll be too sore to walk for a week," said Darren.
Laura laughed.
"Fuck you, Darold, you frigging pussy. You can't hurt me," she said again. "When I'm done with you, if I don't kill you first, you'll be useless as a man."
Darren drove the limo as if driving to a fire. Obviously, he couldn't wait to get her inside. Thinking she was Ashley; he couldn't wait to seek his revenge on her.
To be continued...
