Warning!!! Skip this chapter, if you must read, read at your own discretion.
When the woman was done, she straightened her clothes and turned around. Jenna handed her a five-dollar bill and whimpered shamefully, "Thanks for your donation."
With a broad smile, Trisha opened the door and let the next woman in.
Jenna was in a daze. She blinked her eyes as her task became painfully clear. A thirty something year-old brunette was next. She stepped in front of the younger 22 year-old and looked down at her as she pressed in closely.
Jenna couldn't bear to make eye contact with her and stared at the floor. Out of the corner of her eye, Jenna saw the woman's hand reach under her face. She felt the woman's thin finger slip into her nose ring and lift gently.
In a sultry sensitive voice the woman cooed, "Don't worry my little whore, this will only take a second."