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wanting to protect
me, if I was him I would probably do the same.   
    I was not what you would
call private with my exploits and seemed to live on the ragged edge when it
came to my sexual experiences.  My brother on the other hand due to his
position and wealth, was much more careful.  He was hoping that I would be more
careful, but also knew I never would be. 
    Sometimes I could swear
that he looked at me in a sexual way.  Like when I would wear a towel out of
the shower, he seemed to want me.  It was strange I know, but truly I wanted
him.  I often fantasized about being put over his knee and spanked. 
     
            Just then my phone rang. 
     
            “Hello?”

        “Hi there, is that Layla.”

        “Who’s calling please” I knew better than to just say yes, there were
crazies out there.

        “Oh nothing bad Layla, my name is Melvin.  I am a friend of Jim’s, you
would not know me to see me but I was at the party the other night and liked
what you did.  I was wondering if you could come to a party that I am having at
my club on Sunday night.”

             Jim was my boss and I did some plus size modeling for him, I did
not want to do anything that would jeopardize the good thing I had with Jim so
I was concerned that without his permission I had better stay away from his
friends.  It was not that I owed him anything, or maybe I did.

 
     
    “I am sorry, I only work
for Jim.” 

        “Oh good because I was given your number by Jim.  Jim said if it was OK
with you it was OK with me.”

        I was no dummy, but I figured I would hear what he had to say.
            “What did you have in mind….Melvin?”
            “Well, it will be more of the same, like the
party the other night, but less people all men. Are you interested?”
            “I am not sure, it would have to be pretty
interesting for me to come?”
            “Name your price Layla, you are a special
woman.”
            “I am a lady not a whore.”

        “We will give you $10,000.00 for the evening, not as payment for
services but as a tribute to your beauty.”
    “Well, that is interesting.  I am not there to be
fucked you know, and if you can live with that I think I can work with those
numbers.”
    I was not convinced that
these other wealthy types would be ok with not getting what they wanted, but
for ten grand, I was willing to take a chance. After all who knows how long
this will last for, in fact I should have asked for more.  Too late now I
guess. Besides, ten grand for something that I would do for free! If it was
terrible it was for only one night of work, if you could call it that.
    “When is it?”

“Tomorrow night.”

 
                 I was given the address details, told what to wear, what to expect
etc.  Nothing at this point shocked me, so none of what I was told came as a
real surprise.  It was kind of funny how all of the lewd details were discussed
in such a businesslike manner.  But I guess that is just how those shameless
wealthy people operate. 
     
    Looking over at the clock
I realized it was already 7pm.  Sam, my brother came into my room with dinner
on a platter.  He was always taking care of me, he sat beside me on the bed. 
    “Layla, I have so much
money, why do you need to degrade yourself with these parties?”
    “Sam, I love what I do,
it empowers me.  It makes me feel wanted and needed.”
    “I can give you whatever
you want, you know how wealthy I have become.”
     
    I put my hand on his leg
and began to speak.  I was sure I noticed his cock move as I did.  I gave it no
other thought and chalked it up to just an optical illusion. 
     
    “Sam, you know I love
you, but some things you just have to do, regardless of the money. 
    “OK well, give me a hug
before I leave.”
            Sam pushed the tray out of the way and