rawkchik
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Ooc: Seeing all other threads I've participated in have kinda' frozen, there a female out there willing to join me? Simple story, my character will get it on with a prositute, so can someone be that working gal?
Beth Piper
Aged 27
5'5"
121 lbs
34C
Ginger hair and brown eyes
IC: I wish I'd never told him I'd do 'anything' to save our marriage. Me and Jack married way too young. Fell in love in high school and were married by 22, then we managed to struggle for half a decade. Everything had been blamed for the gradual loss of interest we had in each other - our financial situation, even my mother. But now we'd settled on something, sex. He suggested we spice things up, more specifically with a threesome. As apalled as I was by the idea originally, having another woman fuck my husband infront of me, I soon backed down. I've gotten used to doing that.
Oddly enough, none of my friends seemed the type to partake in such a thing. So whilst finishing off a conversation with my husband, I noticed a series of cards plastered around the phonebox (I abhor mobiles). Having said my goodbyes, where I was again reminded about the threesome, I read the first few brightly coloured yet minimalist advertisements. Many were just names like 'Kinky Kate', but one wasn't. The shiny black card with white writing looked almost professional, holding as few words as possible and a number.
Want some fun?
Did it even mean a prostitute? The card seemed massed produced, from a company or something. Were call girls that big a business these days? Holding my breath and thinking of my marriage, I dialled the number on the card. It rang three times before someone answered.
Beth Piper
Aged 27
5'5"
121 lbs
34C
Ginger hair and brown eyes
IC: I wish I'd never told him I'd do 'anything' to save our marriage. Me and Jack married way too young. Fell in love in high school and were married by 22, then we managed to struggle for half a decade. Everything had been blamed for the gradual loss of interest we had in each other - our financial situation, even my mother. But now we'd settled on something, sex. He suggested we spice things up, more specifically with a threesome. As apalled as I was by the idea originally, having another woman fuck my husband infront of me, I soon backed down. I've gotten used to doing that.
Oddly enough, none of my friends seemed the type to partake in such a thing. So whilst finishing off a conversation with my husband, I noticed a series of cards plastered around the phonebox (I abhor mobiles). Having said my goodbyes, where I was again reminded about the threesome, I read the first few brightly coloured yet minimalist advertisements. Many were just names like 'Kinky Kate', but one wasn't. The shiny black card with white writing looked almost professional, holding as few words as possible and a number.
Want some fun?
Did it even mean a prostitute? The card seemed massed produced, from a company or something. Were call girls that big a business these days? Holding my breath and thinking of my marriage, I dialled the number on the card. It rang three times before someone answered.
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