C100 ~And so much love called on~

~And so much love called on~

Gradually the door to the private room creaked open and unveiled a micro-skirt, hot-thighs, pale-skinned, lady whose face was masked with the broader pages of the news paper she was reading at the time. She was Lucy; the same lady of easy virtue that left her G-string in his pocket some days ago.

“We meet again,” her cold crisp voice said