A Night i will Remember 4 Ever

Dawn was breaking when Paola and I were eventually taken down to the back door of the hotel and thrown out, battered and bruised, into the street. We looked at each other. Eventually one of us smiled, and then we both burst into joyous laughter. We had been systematically raped and humiliated, and of course we had not been paid any of the money due to us. But we agreed: it was without doubt the best night of our lives, and we wouldn’t have missed any of it for anything. Arm in arm we made our painful way back to Paola’s hotel, where we collapsed on the bed, and started tenderly kissing and touching eachother’s bodies in a loving way that contrasted so sharply with the brutality we had been receiving all night. We fell asleep in eachother’s arms, dreaming of what we had been through and what we were going to do to one another in the morning. But that’s another story ...


From that day to this Paola and I have been inseparable. We share a big flat from which we now jointly carry out our business. It has lots of space for our clothes, toys and equipment, and has a huge bedroom with mirrors on the ceiling and all the walls and a king-sized bed where we sleep together and where we entertain our many clients. We cater to all sexual tastes, but don’t need to advertise; we already have enough regulars, who occasionally recommend us to their friends. Within a year or two we shall be millionnaires; but we have no intention of giving up the profession we love so much or the wonderful partnership that all began on that unforgettable night six months ago.