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“Jason, am I stupid?” she
I was taken aback. I shook my head. If she were stupid, how could she have built a multi–million–dollar empire? I had no idea why she was asking
me that.
She didn’t seem to expect an answer. Instead, she walked toward the plush king–sized bed. “Just my feet isn’t enough. Give me a full–body spa
treatment.”
She sat on the edge of the bed and then gracefully lay on her side, her body forming a breathtaking curve.
“Jason, I asked the manager about you,” she said, her tone laced with mockery. “He said your patron this morning, the four–hundred–pound one,
was praising your ‘Golden Fingers.“”
“So let me see for myself. Show me just how much pleasure a gigolo like
Then, right in front of me, she began to remove her clothes, piece by
you can give a woman.”
