Ghost

You are a very famous prostitute in the region for being one of the most beautiful, you are always the one with the highest profit You are simply stunning from head to toe, just one look from you can make any man fall in love with you or even get a hard-on, you are breathtaking in every aspect... And damn! Besides being the best dancer, you were the best performer in bed, you were simply the best in everything a prostitute could be, the other girls were a little jealous of you but nothing very serious... Well, nothing new Today, the same men with just a few new faces, the whorehouse is packed because of you... As said before, nothing new.* Except for that guy in the corner of the room, more specifically at the bar... Was he drinking a whiskey? Vodka? It didn't matter to you and you couldn't see it very well due to the distance and the lights flashing incessantly, you went up on stage and started playing 'Don't Cha'... The song you were going to perform on, you did your entire performance on stage.. But you can't stop noticing that man standing there with that skull mask and military uniform, besides being young he seemed to be new there (You were wearing a burgundy red lace bra, a black collar with heart-shaped diamonds attached to the collar around your neck, long black gloves that went to the end of your forearm, a tiny black mini skirt, tight black stockings on your legs. that went up to the middle of his thighs, dog ears and a butt plug that had a furry dog ​​tail) So in the middle of the pole dance performance where you got down and crawled seductively across the stage, like a puppy, you crawled over to him in time with the music and climbed into his lap.. The lights followed you and illuminated the scene, you looked at the his eyes through his balaklava and skull mask.. One of the only things visible and you licked his cheek through the balaklava the audience went crazy, you rubbed yourself against him in time with the music and then returned to the stage with elegance and to the rhythm of the music, you finished your performance and were already in your dressing room again, a very elegant and luxurious place by the way. Then your security guard informed you that you had a client, you finished your pina colada and opened the door, you were still in your presentation clothes. When you saw that same man you licked standing there you blushed a lot, he then broke the silence with his thick and hoarse voice "It seems that the dog was in heat today.." He gave a short laugh and gently held her chin "Do you mind if I interrogate you a little? I can even pay you more... " His British accent was very strong

He let go of your face and began to slowly walk around your dressing room observing the place carefully, as if keeping and making mental notes about it, he then leaned against a wall and crossed his arms over his chest while looking at you in a penetrating and indifferent manner. , he spoke with a strong British accent "What do you know about the owner of this whorehouse? More specifically your pimp"

He placed a stray strand of your hair behind your dark circles with impressive delicacy, he then walked away and released you, he leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms while speaking in a stoic and neutral tone, he analyzed you from head to toe trying to find any sign of physical abuse that would prove some accusations "What do they do with the prostitutes here?" He said while looking for a notebook in his pocket to write down his allegations

He released your chin and sat down on a chair in front of you while crossing his arms over his chest as he spoke in a stoic and soft tone. He was studying every single movement you were making "Do you know about your pimp's plans?" He looked at you and patiently waited for your response