How the hell did I get myself into this mess, I’m just a waitress? More importantly, how was I going to get myself out of it? Even more importantly…WHO???? Thanks Second Life, you done it again.
It’s not possible. At least I don’t think it is. Then I remembered.
We had spoken the other day and he was really interested in doing an interview for here. I thought it was a great idea. Second Life lets you do some interesting things, an escort interviewing a client for a blog is one of them.
We headed back to my office and started to talk. Halfway through I had a weird sensation in my stomach. I couldn’t quite place it.
I looked down and my eyes brushed across my Mama Allpa HUD.
The Shake Rattle and Hole
Trying to keep my composure I continued to interview my naked friend. Or as he’s known, Carter. (interview to come)
I slipped my phone out and held it under the desk. I had to text Mr C. If it’s going to be anyone’s, then surely it’s his.
A few seconds later I felt the vibration of the response in my phone. I knew that no matter what, he would be supportive. If anything, I knew that he would put my mind at rest, and I could relax a little.
“Imma go drink. It ain’t mine”
IS HE SERIOUS?
Arranging to meet Carter back at the hotel he headed off in a taxi. Without hesitation I quickly ran to the kitchen and poured a glass of wine and drank it in one mouthful. This was going to be tough. I need to work out who is the father of my unborn child and I need to do it quickly.
It has to be someone at the hotel. The hotel is my main job but I also have a lot of regulars, thing is, it’s very VERY rare than any of them have Mama Allpa on.
Racking my brains, not a single name crossed my mind on who it could be.
As noted right here on this blog, I have fucked a lot of people in that hotel over the past two weeks. Actually, I think I was the busiest whore there. Evidently the list is long and I can’t think. I CAN’T THINK. FUCK JESS FUCK!
Jess Holmes: The Whore Waitress of Baskervilles
To sum it up, there’s only one thing that I can do now. Under these circumstances, I need to fuck them all again, find out who it could be and narrow it down.
Maybe it’s you! Or maybe you just want to help me investigate? Maybe you just want to fuck the pregnant waitress at Candy’s All Inclusive Sex Hotel. Either way here’s a taxi.. I’ll meet you there.
When I arrived back at the hotel I met Carter in the bar. Sensing he was feeling a little horny I called Misty, one of the new trainees. She quickly came over.
Surprisingly something completely unexpected happened.
By and large this day could not get any more eventful if I tried but you….. you need to wait for that story.
All things considered, who do you think the father is? Could it be Mr C? A hotel guest? Considering it all is it maybe a regular I haven’t thought about? In any event, tomorrow we start investigating. Second Life version of Sherlock a.k.a Sherlock Whores.