My First Paid Fuck: Laurie’s Nerve-Wracking Debut in the Red Light Window
The blue light bathes the tiny shop. Heart hammers in my chest. I’m perched on that shitty theater armchair, legs spread just enough. String barely covers my pussy, garters biting into thighs. Mirror behind me doubles everything, makes the space feel bigger, dirtier. First night open. Anne’s big idea. My tits spill from the Passionata…