BLURB January James is keyed up about attending the Fairmont Country Club's annual Halloween costume party. Experiencing a weird feeling that something marvelous is about to befall her, an incredible occurrence does take place at the annual ball. However, even January is stunned at the prospect of the life-changing proposal offered by Alyson Adams, a beautiful white witch she encounters at the party.
EXCERPT
"Hey, what're you doing?"
It was the guard, Roger. I hoped we wouldn't run into him this soon, but there he was running toward us.
I stooped down then Jade put a single arm around my waist and swung me down.
When we didn't make an effort to run, Roger slowed to a walk. Stopping a couple yards away, he insisted. "What are you doing here? This is private property."
Jade answered in a southern drawl." Don't get your bowels in an uproar, doll. We're here on an outcall."
Roger was over six feet and in excess two hundred pounds with a paunch gut. He had curly brown hair, a square face and a pug nose. With his hands on his hips, he began to languorously look Jade up and down. Desire flashed in his dull eyes. "I'm the only man here and I sure as hell didn't call for you trollops." When his gaze switched to me and he began to mentally undress me, I felt as if bugs were crawling on me.
Jade went through her purse and pulling out a slip of paper, asked, "Isn't this 2349 E Stanton?" He laughed. "You got your numbers transposed. This is 3429. I hope you f*ck better than you find addresses. How much do you whores charge, anyway?"
"More than you can afford," I ventured, getting creepy crawlies at the idea of Roger even touching me.
He seemed hurt. "How do you know? Try me"
Jade took over. "Two-fifty per hour each."
He smiled and pulled out a roll of hundred dollar bills. "I think I can save you a trip to 2349 and if you're both as good as you look, a fifty-dollar tip." Waving at us, he walked toward one of the doors. I wanted to scream, but Jade took my hand and with a wink said, "This is going to be fun," leading me through the door, behind Roger, into the slave garment factory. Fifteen pairs of fearful brown eyes glanced at us furtively as we entered, what we would later describe as 'the snake-pit.'
The eyes followed us surreptitiously as we passed them, through a door into long narrow room, which held numerous racks of what appeared to be finished apparel. At the back of the room was the overhead delivery door we had spotted from the alley. Opposite the racks of clothes were several doors, which I suspected were the dorms. Roger the Creep, as I was beginning to think of him, stood back against the opening of the center doorway, inviting us in with a wave of his arm.
Walking past him, we entered a small room with a large bed, a dresser, nightstands and walls covered with pictures of naked women, including some of the younger prettier ones we had just passed at their sewing machines.
"Okay, take your clothes off," chirped Roger.
"Let's see what I'm paying five hundred for." "Six hundred," retorted Jade, "and we get the money before you get anything."
"But the extra hundred is a tip."
"Look, we're giving up our date with a bigger tipper than you. If you don't have six hundred right now, we're off to 2349. In case you hadn't noticed, we're doms and we don't take all of our clothes off-just enough to tantalize." Jade removed her halter revealing her see through red bra. Then she dragged down her matching red panties and flashing him her hairless pussy, said, if that's alright with you, give Hazel the money and take off all your clothes.
