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into Tommy’s ear.
    “Yeah, I think we should get out of here before Dr. Sternberger comes back over here and chews off our asses for fucking with
     his patient.”
    “Damn, he did say let her rest.”
    “Well, she will now,” said Delgado, looking as if he was in fact the bird that swallowed the canary.
    “Jeez, you are the worst.”
    “Yeah, come on, this looks bad. This isn’t good. Let’s get out of here,” said Delgado, grabbing his partner’s arm.
    “At least we got our man, Bernard Guess,” said Ross, looking at the brighter side.
    “Yup, we got what we came for.”
    Once she got settled in at the Honey Pot, Daisy realized she had made the biggest mistake in her life. The Honey Pot was set
     up like an apartment. When you first walked in, there was a vestibule where the gentlemen would wait, seated patiently, unless
     they had an appointment scheduled. There was a receptionist, some tiny Asian girl who looked no more than fourteen, but was
     actually nineteen years old. She would take each man who came in for services into a seating area where they could wait to
     view the girls one by one. After viewing the girls they could pick who they wanted to give them a massage, if they had a preference.
     And once they had made their choice, they would disappear into one of the massage rooms just like magic.
    Daisy needed her tips, and when the doorbell rang she was always ready, wearing a see-through negligee. She did her sexual
     seduction thirty-second lap dance for the gentlemen callers, letting them feel free to feel her up, or if she didn’t do that,
     she’d take off her negligee and lie on the floor, sprawling herself wide open and making snow angels, but without the snow.
     Those were her secrets, and she was constantly picked.
    Once inside the room, she would undress them and lie them on the table. Then she would stand at their head and massage them,
     always keeping her pussy in their view. As she rubbed them, they rubbed her, and when it was time to roll them over onto their
     backs, they would be rock hard, ready to drive their swollen muscles into her moist pussy. The only problem was that all her
     regulars, and the newcomers, were lining up, and as the weeks went by, Daisy found herself a sex slave inside the massage
     parlor. They weren’t coming in asking for Daisy to just massage them, they expected the massage and a good quick fuck, all
     within thirty minutes. It was like their afternoon lunch break or a quick to-do task before going home at the end of the day.
     And they were lining up not just for Daisy, but for all the girls. Pretty soon, Calvin had to stop spending so much time at
     the Honey Dipper, because too much money was being made at the Honey Pot, and Daisy was his headliner, fucking and sucking
     more men in the course of a day than Vanessa Del Rio ever could in her life. It got to the point that liquor and e-pills simply
     numbed her from it all. And she simply did what she had to.
    One night, while she was standing at the bus stop, her pager went off. It was Sticks.
    He sure do got some nerve, where the hell has he been the last couple of months.
Daisy couldn’t help but to think of everything she had had to go through since Sticks had paid her that two grand. She had
     tried calling him, but he never answered her call or called her back. She had really needed him when her mother died. She
     just knew he’d help bury her mother. But he was missing in action and it had been two months since then. She went over to
     the pay phone and dialed his number back.
    “Hey, Daisy, where you at? I’m over here at the Honey Dipper, but they said you don’t work here no more.”
    “I don’t, I work over at the Honey Pot now. Calvin moved me. Why?”
    “’Cause my mans and ’em is having a bachelor party and I need you.”
    “I know you don’t need me. Shoot, you don’t even bother to call to see if I’m dead or alive,” said Daisy, ready to hang up
     the phone.
    “Dais, it