Many men harbor violent phone sex fantasies. And in my experience those violent fantasies keep increasing. I think the crazier the world gets the more stressful men feel. And men work through stress with violent fantasies. They either want to kill someone, force fuck someone, or beat the crap out of someone. However, men are not the only ones with those fantasies. Sometimes I want to throat punch a bitch.
As a sexy switch, I’ve been on both sides of the violence. But now I’m spoiled as the accomplice. So, I prefer to help you with your violent fantasies than be on the other end of your fist. Usually, men hire me as the accomplice when they want to fuck something young and tender. And a few women have hired me to assist them with a violent boyfriend, or husband. Yet other times, I just help a bitch out because she needs the help.
When I went to the club last night, I already felt at my wits end. Just one of those days that steamrolled me. One annoying little mishap after another. And I wanted to throat punch somebody. Then this douche bag walked into the club. Total loser. We hate this guy.
He managed to get himself blocked from the club for a year and I really don’t understand why the owner let him back. He’s somewhat of a local celebrity. But everybody knows he gambled away most of his fortune. Now he comes into the club and expects free shit, including lap dances because of who he was 30 fucking years ago.
He gave one of my new girls shit. More shit than he usually gives. Not the day to fuck with me, I told him. He spit on me. And in my face too. That was all I could take. Killer phone sex rage consumed me. So, I kicked him hard enough in the balls that he fell to his knees. And then I started punching. Me, a blonde bimbo in stripper heels. I do yoga and Pilates. I don’t bench press my weight. But so much rage came out of me that I didn’t realize how hard I punched him in the face.
The stripper looked at me mortified because I was coated in this loser’s blood. Oops. I didn’t kill him. Not in the club at least. The bouncer helped me take him out to the alley. He’s helped me in situations like this before. So, I got into the van with the bouncer, avoiding the cameras, and we took him to the middle of the woods.
The bouncer gave me a baseball bat and told me to treat him like I was in a rage rooms. The bouncer encouraged me to murder this guy because he knew this guy well enough to know I would end up in prison for assaulting him. And the club might close too.
Fuck my life. My day just kept steam rolling out of control. I wouldn’t survive one day in prison. So, I took that baseball bat and completely crushed his skull. In fact, his brain matter splattered all over me. I felt bad because I made my bouncer an accomplice to my crime. I didn’t premeditate this. But I knew what kind of mood I was in. And I should’ve restrained myself. But once he spit in my face, I went off like a powder keg.
I guess I’m just as capable of impulsive violent tendencies as a man. This marked the first time I killed somebody not in self-defense. Or being paid as an accomplice. Don’t get me wrong. I’m no saint. I’ve helped men do some very awful things to young girls. But rage murder? This felt like a first.
But I admit how good it felt. I’m not saying this guy deserved snuff sex, but he’s not a good human being. Nobody’s going to miss him except for maybe his bookies. But I did discover that I am just as capable of violent rage as most of my callers and clients. So, men, don’t piss me off. I’ve got a taste for blood now and I think I like it.
I love being a member of the bad babysitter phone sex club. Babysitting is so easy nowadays because of these online babysitter groups and apps. When I was a young girl, I could only babysit like the brats of somebody I knew like a neighbor. With these online babysitter forums, it’s so easy to create fake references and use fake IDs.
Thanks to a friend of mine, I own over 50 different fake ids. And I never use the same ID twice. Every ID has a different name and look. I’ve even been known to strap my tits down and use a prosthetic nose and colored contacts to alter my looks too.
It keeps me undetected. And I don’t do this often, maybe six or seven times a year. I accept money from a man who wants to fuck something young. I’m not a mother so I can’t just give them one of my brats to fuck. Most parents seem so oblivious. They don’t even realize somebody violated their little one. But that is partially because I’m an excellent accomplice phone sex partner. I clean up all traces of DNA. And I arrive prepared for cleanup.
Dave wanted to fuck a very young boy butt. So, I looked around for gigs that had a boy the right age for him. He wanted and age were from behind; you don’t know if you’re fucking a little boy or a little girl. And I found him a little Hispanic boy. Parents look affluent and I found the little boy adorable. Cutest little bubble butt on him which I knew would drive my client wild.
Parents wouldn’t be back until around two or 3 AM cause they went out of town for a wedding. I gave the boy my special milk cocktail that lets the little ones sleep through anything even anal sex. I texted my client how to sneak in from the back undetected. The only problem nowadays is that almost everybody owns either a ring camera on their door or security cameras everywhere. But part of my kit includes a camera detector. I could sneak him in, and no one would know a thing.
I lubed up the boy, and guided my client’s cock in. And the boy slept through it. He slept through anal penetration. I become a better mixologist with this cocktail every time. The boy became my client’s ass rape porn star and wouldn’t remember a thing. My client dumped his ass full of cum too.
You might be wondering how I clean up the evidence. It’s a two-part strategy. I suck up the cum with a turkey baster because the ass gapes open for a little while once the cock comes out. And then I use a douche to wipe away any other traces. Then I follow that up by using the baster again filled with warm water to neutralize the douche smell. I told you I was great accomplice.
Dave enjoyed the night. And once he left, I was $30,000 richer. I spent about two hours on cleanup and the boys slept through that too. But the boy appeared fast asleep when his parents finally got home. They paid me 100 bucks for the night, but I didn’t need the money. At least I didn’t need the babysitting money. But I took it.
I played my part. When the boy wakes up with a sore butt, his parents will think anything other than the babysitter let some strange man violate their son’s bubble butt. Parents never think that and I never leave them with a reason to think that.
I love helping men make their teen rape porn fantasies come true. Honestly, it gives me great pleasure to help a man fuck a young girl in the ass for the first time or even in her pussy. Most men when I bring them something young to play with, want to fuck both holes. Can’t say that I blame them.
Larry and I go back decades. When I first met him, I turned 18 two days prior. And he wanted to make me a star. At the time I felt desperate for money and didn’t really understand what he meant by star. Star of what I should’ve asked. He put me into all sorts of hardcore anal porn videos. Underground stuff mostly on the dark net. He did make me a star. An ass rape porn star.
Although Larry made hardcore videos they seem sort of PG-13 compared to the stuff that’s out there now. He wasn’t into having me beaten or anything extreme like that. My daddy popped my ass cherry about 10 years earlier, so it never seemed that hardcore to me.
Perhaps my father and his drunk poker buddies desensitized me at a young age for brutality. That might be the reason why I don’t mind helping men like Larry find a younger model. The world seems full of teen runaways desperate for money just like me once upon a time.
Larry helped me make some decent money so I could stop living on the streets. Perhaps I could hook up another girl the same way. Honestly though I will admit that this new crop of teenagers and barely legal girls seem like a completely different breed. They seem more self-entitled. I mean they come to snuff auditions with a laundry list of things they won’t do. Do you want the money, or do you want to be a pain in the ass that nobody will work with?
I found Larry a barely legal teen girl for his anal torture sex movie. She looked like a mini me. Blonde buxom and desperate for cash. I found her in the warehouse district which is not safe for a girl like her. Larry loved her. And I prepared her. I explained exactly what to expect from Larry. And she agreed.
Desperate girls should be willing to do anything a director or photographer wants if they want to be paid the big bucks. When I made snuff, I earned hundreds of dollars. But the girls now can earn thousands of dollars.
My street walker seemed perfect for the gig. Larry loved her. And she loved Larry’s money. He pays well, but he does brutalize an ass. I made out with her and let her eat my pussy to distract her from some of the pain. Plus, I knew Larry would pop off faster watching this teen girl eat my pussy. He filled her ass with cum. But he prolapsed it too. My tongue soothed it and eventually, I could push it back inside for her.
But her ass took a beating. However, he did pay her a couple thousand dollars for 2 hours with her ass. He gave me $1000 as a finder’s fee. I ended up giving her half of my finder’s fee. This way she can stay somewhere nicer than on the streets for a couple months. I survived living in hostels, fleabag motels, and sometimes shelters. No one helped me. But I want to help this new crop of desperate teen runaways.
As a former ass rape porn star, I developed an eye for new talent. Young talent. I needed some cash quickly over the weekend to help a friend. Although I’m not very good with saving money, I am good at making money. Women can make a fast few grand if they seem willing to do some naughty sexual things for it. Men will always pay for sex. And men will always pay for accomplices who can get them something young and tight to play with.
I met this young girl hooking on the streets recently. Plus, I rescued a girl about her age several months ago. But you can always sell the virginity of the ass a couple times before men realize this ass has mileage. And the girl I rescued no longer sells as fresh meat. Although she’s still making money doing teen rape porn for men, she is no longer the virginal girl next door.
But this young girl that I met had the cutest little bubble butt I’ve ever seen. She likely never even experienced a finger in her butt. I could help a girl out and help my friend out too. And I knew Paul would want to fuck this girl. He’s a man I know from the circuit. He loves young assholes for his movies. So, I made this girl an offer she couldn’t refuse. A promise to get off the streets. And make decent money. But in the snuff world, you work extra hard for that money. You just need to do less time.
She seemed game. Although I think she distrusted my motives initially, I introduced her to my young protégé, and they talked about life on the streets. Traded war stories. Something all three of us have in common. Girls just do what they need to do to survive this world. But I want to help them thrive.
I sent Paul pictures of the talent I found and suggested a $50,000 finder’s fee. This man seems richer than the Amazon guy or Elon. He deposited $50,000 into my account. I only needed $10,000 to help my friend. Technically I needed $5000 to help my friend. But the girls still received $40,000. That’s life-changing money to a teen runaway living on the streets.
I never commanded that much money. But by the time I ended up on the streets, my daddy and his friends used all my holes to the point that even as a teenager my fuck holes look liked they belonged to a 40-year-old gangbang whore. Nowadays technology allows us to cut out pimps. Girls do not need to live on the streets. I think this young teen girl would’ve eaten my pussy all day long if I asked her when I gave her that money.
Now she didn’t like me for a few minutes while my client pounded her tight teen asshole. In fact, she cursed my name a few times. Ass sex hurts the first few times. But you get used to it. She told me she could get used to that kind of money. And I told her I’d help her. She needs to rest her butt hole up for the next one. She can enjoy this about two more times before that money gets cut in half.
The key to making decent money in the snuff porn world is to be young and tight. After you turn 18 and your holes look like a 40-year-old porn star’s holes, you can’t command that much money. But invest, save and your future can be more comfortable than your past.
It’s no secret that I enjoy taboo phone sex. And I love being the accomplice. But I still don’t mind serving the right man. However, the right men rarely ever try to dominate me. But you know who does try to dominate me? Losers with tiny dicks. And you know what happens when losers with tiny dicks try to dominate me? They lose their balls.
Over the weekend, I made a date with a guy I met at the club. Out of town businessman just in town for a few days over the holiday. He wanted to take me out. Handsome, smart, and he looked and smelled rich. I thought at worst I would have a nice dinner. If I didn’t like him, I could do the whole dine and dash thing. But if I liked him, why not bring him home. And he acted like a perfect gentleman at dinner. He showed me a lovely time.
We get to my place, and he turns into Dr. Jekyll. But I wanted Mr. Hyde. He immediately started ripping off my clothes. I gave him no indication I would fuck him. But for men like that, they think if you invite them back to your place, it’s guaranteed sex. And I might’ve fucked him after another round of drinks at my place and a little bit more conversation.
Of course he had a tiny dick. And of course, he felt entitled to my pussy with that tiny dick because he bought me dinner. Such a waste. An asshole in disguise with a tiny dick. I felt duped. But when he wouldn’t take no for an answer, I resorted to cock and ball torture sex.
I literally grabbed him by the balls and squeezed them like stress balls. Now that got his attention. But instead of apologizing for acting like a self-entitled asshole, he spit in my face and tried to choke me until I released his balls.
So, I released them. Then immediately took a knee to his balls until he fell backwards, landing on the couch. I grabbed my emergency pepper spray, sprayed him in the face, and that gave me enough time to handcuff his hands behind his back. He couldn’t open his eyes. Perhaps that’s for the best because he wouldn’t like what came next. I grabbed a pair of gardening shears I use for my little backyard garden. And instead, I use them to sniff his balls off.
Yeah, I made a mess. Blood began to spatter all over my rug. So, I grabbed a kitchen towel, put it under him and heated up my curling iron to cauterize the wound. He was bucking around like a fish out of water. Screaming and crying in pain. No doubt his eyes still burned like hell from the pepper spray. But I don’t think they hurt as much as his balls being removed.
So, I told him he had nobody to blame but himself. We enjoyed a lovely dinner. I might’ve given him a blow job or a hand job even with a tiny dick to show my appreciation for such a nice evening. But he ruined it when he allowed Dr. Jekyll to rear his ugly head.
He told me he would call the cops. And I told him go ahead because my hidden nanny cam would show him attacking me first. He might seek medical attention. But he will leave my name out of it. When men experience castration phone sex they get too embarrassed to tell anybody what happened. Because here’s why. Most women don’t just castrate a man for shits and giggles. We castrate a man because his actions proved he was no longer worthy of his testicles. Going to the cops will make the cops ask why she did it.
Men will always harbor rape phone sex fantasies. And I know that from personal experience. In my youth, my father forced himself on me every day until I ran away as a teenager. And then I ended up taking money to simulate forcing me into sex. Eventually, I ended up a slave and every man I met wanted to do awful things to me. You might not be able to look at me and think I’m tough, but I’m scrappy. Now I help men fulfill their rape fantasies for somebody other than me.
And it feels good to be the accomplice and not the victim. Perhaps, years of physical and mental abuse at the hands of my dad made me stronger. And I used to feel bad about bringing young girls to their demise. Men would either make them wish they were dead or would kill them.
You would think after years of abuse I wouldn’t want that cycle to continue. But something inside of me changed a few years ago. I stopped feeling guilty for taking men’s money to help them make homemade teen rape porn. I think all the money men paid me bought my conscience. But I’m OK with that. It’s survival of the fittest. And not everybody comes out stronger. But I did.
Now I’m a professional. I’m the fixer. When men want something young and tight, they need a woman to find them some talent. I made friends with a young teen runway recently. She reminds me of myself. However, I think she’s tougher than I ever was. She told me she wanted to help me with clients who want a hot teen slut.
She’s been living with me for a couple months now. And although I love having her around, I know she wants to be independent. I did too. So, she’s saving her money. And I’ve been helping her with GED courses. When I told her about this client, she offered to help. Even after I told her he would be rough on her. I would give her half the money if she helped me. So, for Robert the other night, we shaved a couple years off her already young age. And I dressed her in a baby doll dress for her daddy date.
But she played her part well. She acted scared and she fought. He did not know that I knew this girl. She could’ve won Oscar for her performance. She even cursed me out to make it seem real. Personally, I think she channeled some horrid experience with her father to give this man the experience he paid for. We never tipped our hands.
Perhaps he wouldn’t care. He made a teen ass rape porn with a young teen girl. He nutted inside of her. Almost choked her to death too. Until I told him murder would cost a lot more. He paid me cash and left. They always leave mess for their accomplice. But this mess seemed the easiest to clean up. I just put her in the passenger seat of my car and drove her home.
She made $10,000. And I split it with her. Being the accomplice pays better. My protégé just needs a few more encounters like that and she can put a down payment on her own home. High school dropouts with no real skills, you end up in this seedy underworld of snuff. The money made in this realm exceeds what girls like us can ever dream of making. My protégé won’t need to be somebody’s owned bitch for decades like me.
Being the accomplice phone sex partner seems way more fun than being the victim. Although I still do submissive calls, I much prefer to be the accomplice. David I’ve known for years. He photographed a lot of my early BDSM photo shoots. And we’ve stayed in touch. He found work for me as a runaway so I could stay off the streets. So, I feel a certain amount of loyalty to him. He helped keep me off the streets as a young runaway girl by providing me with gigs that paid money. Paid good money.
He likes young girls. Lolita sluts. I think he prefers them with some experience. And I find it much easier to discover a teen whore than a teen girl virgin. So, I went to the mall to look for a seasoned teen rape porn star. And I found one working at the food court. She looked rode hard and put away wet as the saying goes. I slipped my card to her and told her she would be perfect for this modeling gig that pays very well.
I discussed it with her on her 10-minute break. And I picked her up after work and took her to David’s place. A female accomplice can go places most men cannot. She didn’t seem nervous. Not until David pulled out his cock. Then she tried to tell me she didn’t sign up for this. Dumb bitch. She looks like a basic teen girl. Did she really think she’d be paid $10,000 to model bathing suits.
I helped hold her down while some hardcore porn played on an 8 mm real. David is old school. He still shows movies, which he told me they used to call blue movies, on 8 mm reels. That’s before my time. But he also likes to film girls he fucks with a handheld camera with no Wi-Fi. Safer according to him.
Apparently, I picked a feisty girl. But when David put his big old dick inside of her young bald pussy, we realized looks can be deceiving. This one despite her alternative slutty look still owned her cherry. What a bloody mess that made. However, David did not get mad at me.
He decided he would make this video for profit. Usually when I help them with a seasoned teen whore, the videos I film go into his spank bank. This girl turned into a fighter. I never saw that coming. She really wanted to hold onto that cherry. Too late. David popped her ass cherry too. Then she really screamed. And I caught it all. I filmed the teen ass rape porn.
Because he popped her cherry, he added $5000 to her price. David doesn’t make snuff films. He prefers force fucking videos or just dirty teen sluts enjoying his daddy dick. Although he does make his share of naughty movies and photographs BDSM scenes, he’s some sort of tech God who creates video games. He became a millionaire a few years ago, selling game apps. So, he can afford to pay girls. Times have changed. I never made much money at her age for rougher films.
Hopefully, she knows to stay silent. That’s a lot of money for a girl that age. I gave her a stern warning about what happens when girls run their mouths. And I told her if she needed more money down the road to give us a call. He likes to fuck seasoned whores even more than virgins.
Perhaps you could say, I am the keeper of taboo phone sex secrets. Men tell me all sorts of things. On and off the phone. And sometimes I have a way of just getting a man to confess not only his darkest fantasies to me but his darkest actions too, and sometimes I blackmail men. But just rich douche bag types.
I met Eric at a bar. I glammed myself up to look slightly more sophisticated, but still like a blonde bombshell. And I went to this upscale martini bar. Not my usual scene. But I found myself looking for a mark. The upscale bars have the best marks. I targeted Eric because he thought it was OK to explore his rape phone sex fantasies in the VIP lounge with one of my girls. He came into the strip club tossing money around thinking he owned the place. When Sabrina said no, she does not take sex for money, he just threw money at her and took it anyway.
And I fit his type. I planned on setting him up and extorting him for a lot of money. A little for myself but mostly for Sabrina. She’s a college girl I recruited last year. Unlike many girls, including myself, she won’t remain in the sex industry forever. This douche bag owed her some money. So, I came on hard at the bar and I acted drunk. He followed me to the bathroom. I did not ask him to. But I politely excused myself to the bathroom knowing his type. He’ll take anything as a signal that a woman wants to fuck him. Self-entitled douche bag.
And he followed me into the bathroom. But I told him no. Sure I have fucked in a bathroom before. In fact, many times. So, I told him a little white lie when I said I’m not the kind of girl who fucks a random stranger in the bathroom. And right on queue, he pulled out a lot of cash and threw it at me. Then he put his hand around my throat and pinned me to the wall. Little did he know I had a camera to record his illegal behavior.
And I put up a fight. Truly, I did not want this douche bag fucking me. When he pulled out his tiny dick, I laughed. Told him he couldn’t force fuck a woman with a clit. So, he punched me in the gut. And tightened his grip around my throat. I can take a beating for a good cause. Honestly, I thought I could fight him off. I’m much stronger than I look, and I was not intoxicated like he thought.
But I couldn’t get away from him and my screams could not be heard over the bar noise. So, he ended up fucking me. But he didn’t do any damage with that tiny dick. He just tossed the money on the floor, called me a whore and left. I cleaned myself up best as I could. I kept his money and went back to where we sat at the bar.
He got a big surprise when I showed him the video of him force fucking me in that bathroom. Then I told him who I was. And that I also possessed footage of him force fucking Sabrina in the VIP club. Dumbass. We place security cameras all over the strip club.
And I told him if he did not Venmo me $100,000 within in the next hour to my account everybody will know what he did. Not only will I upload it to the Internet, but I would take it to the police too. I acted perfectly for the cops to believe this was just some random assault. I assured him that the bartender heard me say I’m just going to the bathroom, but I’ll be right back. And I even left my purse because I assumed he would be there watching it.
He called me every name in the book. Initially he refused. But before I left that bar, $100,000 appeared in my account. And I sent $90,000 to Sabrina. He forced her to be a teen rape porn star. She deserved every scent of that. Now she can pay for college. It doesn’t buy back her dignity, but I’m sure it helps. In the meantime, I’m going to keep my eye on Eric. And I’ll get him barred from every strip club in town. I protect my girls from slime like him.
I’m certainly no stranger to torture sex. Been on the receiving end of it for decades. Began with my father and his friends. And it continued with various men who either owned me or put me in their movies. At least when folks tortured me for money, I got something out of it. But my dad tortured me for years. However, now I’m in charge.
Although I’m not always in charge, when I am, I enjoy it. I channel my daddy issues, and I put that into my victim or target. As a sexy switch, I often get paid to be the accomplice. Usually, men pay me to bring them something young to fuck and torture. And I bring them the little one of their wet dreams. But sometimes a man pays me because he wants to see me inflicting the pain. And not necessarily on him.
I would not consider Oscar a pain slot. But he is a wealthy man whose money buys him whatever he wants. And that includes live torture phone sex sessions with young girls that look like they could be my sister. I didn’t kidnap this girl. My accomplice did. This time I helped torture a girl. However, this time, a man hired me to torture for information. The young girl is the daughter of my client’s rival. No one ever hired me before for corporate espionage.
I tortured a young teen girl for information on a new project our victim’s father is working on. At first, I didn’t think she knew anything. But now I realize she’s a little pain slut. I could smell her ripe pussy. She liked this. I suspect her daddy does violates her. For a moment, I felt bad for cutting her flesh with sharp blades. Her crimson blood dripped down her body. But I felt less bad when I realized she liked it. So, I dipped a finger into some of the fresh blood and put it to my lips. Her blood tasted sweet. I could see, feel and even smell her arousal.
Suddenly, she sang like a canary and told us about what her dad was working on. I felt like some corporate espionage fixer. But honestly, maybe I don’t have it in me to do the actual torture of a young girl especially when she looks and reminds me of me. He wanted me to kill her after we got the information. However, that was not part of our plan. And I did not include murder in the payment price I quoted him. If he wanted her dead, he would need to get his hands dirty. Or pay me a lot more.
And he decided he should kill me too. But that did not work well for him. I sort of anticipated it because he struck me as the type of guy who didn’t get this far in life following the rules and adhering to terms and agreements. So, I let our victim go. And I gave her a knife. But she took care of the rest.
She ran a knife straight into his gut and then moved the knife up slowly. Sick little bitch knew her way around a knife. For a moment I feared she might kill me too. But she pulled out the knife, and his entrails fell on my boots. She looked at me with an icy star and told me to run. Suddenly, I became the prey.
Damn girl. So young and already so lethal. Lethal Lolita. I became envious of her strength. At her age, I acted like a scared little girl looking for comfort from the person who abused me the most. I have daddy issues. But that girl has survival issues. She will survive in life, no matter what gets tossed her way. She will grow up to be an evil phone sex bitch. Maybe I’m the one who could learn from her. Maybe once she calms down and heals from her wounds, I can serve as her accomplice instead of her tormentor.
I’ve made my share of snuff porn. As a young teen who ran away from home, I found that the seedy underworld of snuff provided me with the financial support I needed. As a high school dropout my options seemed slim. Sure, I could’ve worked at McDonald’s for minimum wage but could not afford rent. And I wanted to better my life, not continue to live in squalor.
I met a man and he put me in his underground movies. Hardcore bondage and a lot of hardcore anal porn, even simulated snuff. And I met very few gentlemen over the years. Most of the men I met acted like sadists who wanted to make me their teen rape porn star. Now I help with recruiting the new generation of snuff stars. The world seems much different now than it did a little over 25 years ago. Women have more options. They can do only fans, become amateur porn stars or even do phone sex or cam work.
However, you can still find young street urchins without the technology or knowledge or proper identification to get those sorts of jobs. And I know just where to hunt for girls like that. The warehouse district. It’s considered the red-light district in the city. Although part of that area appears revitalized, you can find still plenty of abandoned buildings and dark alleys along the river where bad shit happens.
So, I know where to look to make a girl a much better offer. One of the former directors I worked with as a Lolita star wanted my help finding him a new starlet. He goes through them quickly. Not daily, not weekly, not even monthly, but about every six months, he needs a new star to abuse on film.
He makes hardcore porn. Extreme bondage and even more extreme ass rape porn. So, I found him a cute little blonde strung out runaway. I smoked weed, but I never did meth or shot myself up with heroin. This girl looked like she took just about every imaginable drug.
But I cleaned her up. And this guy who paid me handsomely for finding him a new star seemed very pleased with my selection. He won’t kill her. However, he might make her wish she was dead. But he can keep her strung out, give her a roof over her head and line her pockets with money.
And in six months or so he’ll call me up after he destroyed her tight holes. Men like that always wants something tight and fresh. They get bored easily. And that bodes well for me. I’m the key. Women like me can gain the trust of a young girl much better than a man can. No doubt this girl will be cursing my name. However, in the long run, she will realize this is a better life than living on the streets.
