Eulalia was a whore, but she was an upper class whore within the employ of her master, Jason Miranda. Well taken care of and well petted, Eulalia was clean, and she kept herself in good shape with plenty of exercise (including Kegels!). Eulalia was used to “escorting” the master’s clients: well to do businessmen who needed a little extra coaxing to seal the deal, but her heart and her body belonged to her master. Eulalia was used to being pampered, doted upon, and fawned over. But things were about to change for Eulalia in a very unexpected, and a very unpleasant, way…
One day, Eulalia was summoned to her master’s mansion, high in the well-manicured foothills of the richest and most luxurious estates around. The switchback drives up the hills in her master’s limo gave Eulalia plenty of time to pet, prim, and preen herself with makeup and to fluff her hair to give it the most volume. Eulalila didn’t see the master’s driver, nor did she particularly care too much. If she had chosen to pay attention, Eulalia might have been worried by the limo driver’s lascivious sneer and the way he looked at her through the rearview mirror… not at her pretty face but at her body. “That’s right, whore… make yourself all nice and pretty for your master… he’ll set you straight!”

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