The Reveal

Katie had gradually become more and more acclimated to servicing Lamar. Sucking him off on the plane. Sucking him off in his office. The line between her work and Lamar's pleasure had become hazy indeed.

And just when as she was settled into a new routine, it abruptly vanished. And now she was on a flight to Houston. A chauffeur took her to a well-appointed mansion near downtown. She sat in a waiting room for hours, chafing at the increased controls imposed upon her. And then he entered.

He was handsome and Arabic, and urbanely dressed. Katie bit her lower lip.

"Katie Lancaster," he said smoothly. "I am Nasir Al-Assaf. I am the owner of the agency which employs you. And Lamar assures me you are the ripest of his prodigies."