She is a Whore

You’re out of town travelling and feeling lonely. Lying back on your hotel bed, you begin to fantasize about Lucy. She’s a friend of your girlfriend and you frequently picture her whenever you feel like a quick wank. She’d probably die if she knew how many tissues you’ve impregnated while thinking about her gloriously big, rounded ass.

But this time a wank isn’t going to be enough. You pick up your smartphone and Google for an escort. Why the hell not — you’re a long way from home and no-one will ever know.

The Internet is a wonderful thing. Just over an hour later there’s a knock at the door. Amazingly you’ve managed to keep your hand off it while you were waiting.

Okay, this next part is going to seem highly improbable…

You open the door and are shocked and amazed to find Lucy herself standing in the hallway. She’s wearing a short, figure-hugging red dress that barely contains her tits. The dress is so short it reveals most of her stocking-tops. Not her usual style at all.

“Lucy? Wh