“Ugh… what’s going on?” Kylie asked as she placed her hand on the side of her head, a splitting headache sending daggers through her brain.

She reached up and pulled down the sunscreen, flipping the mirror cover up so she could see herself and her jaw almost hit the floor at the reflection that assaulted her.

Her makeup was heavy, her lips full, her hair styled and long.  She tilted her head down to see the two large orbs stuck to her chest that were barely covered by her top.

“No, no, no, no!  What’s going on!” she cried out softly as she turned her head to the man in the drivers seat.

“Crap, Of all the times… Hey… Kylie is it?  How are you feeling?” the man said, taking only a second to look over at her before returning his gaze to the road ahead of him.

“Yes… my name… my name is Kylie.”

“A little confused are you?  Well that’s to be expected I guess.”

“Confused?  Yes… I’m so confused… what’s going on?  Where am I?  What’s happened to me?” she managed to get out.

“Hummm… well your currently on your way to a client, don’t you remember?”

She shook her head slowly, not noticing the car make a turn on to a back street and then another one in to an ally.

“Client?” she asked, but the memories started to become clear, she was on her way to see… to see… Mr. Hartford.  Yes that was it!  Mr. Hartford was a client of her’s, he paid her for… for… for sex?

She shook her head again, harder this time, that couldn’t be right, could it?  She was a law major in university, wasn’t she?

“Hey there now, look over here, I think I can clear up the confusion for you.” the man in the drivers seat said and Kylie turned towards him on instinct.

“I’m not a prostitute… I’m a student!” she managed to get out just as the flash of light blinded her a moment.

Then everything came back in to sharp focus once more.

How she’d dropped out of school because it was too hard, even though she was at the top of her class.

How she’d been down on her luck, unable to pay her rent when she’d met her pimp, even though she was sure her family would have sent her money if she’d asked.

How he’d shown her how to dress and introduced her to the doctors that reshape her, even though she had never thought her body needed any changes.

How he’d taken her from walking the street to the high class escort she was now, even though she saw so little of the money.

She blinked a few times before smiling at him.

“All better Porscha?”

“Mmmm… like yea baby.” she purred as he put the car in reverse and pulled out of the ally.

“Good to hear, and Mr. Hartford, are you ready for him?”

“Of course baby!  I can’t wait for his cock to be in my ass, he just loves the little sequels I make when he pounds my tight little ass.” she replied before turning to the mirror and checking her makeup one last time before flipping the sunscreen back up.

Thomas sat in the parking lot as the phone rang against his ear until Danny picked up on the other end.

“Hey Thomas, what’s up?”

“What’s up?  What’s up?  Really?  I give you one simple job and you can’t even do that, what the fuck do you think is up?”

“Oh fuck, Porscha… I’m sorry, I fucked up, it won’t happen again.”

“Your damn right it won’t, or I’ll fire your ass and that means no more employee ‘benefits’, you understand?”

“Yes, yes sir, I understand.”

“Good, now are there any other’s you’ve ‘forgotten’ to re-enforce before they’ve gone out tonight?”

“No sir, Porscha was the only one scheduled for re-enforcement tonight.”

“Good.” Thomas said and hung up the phone, switching over to the calendar app.

He shook his head, Danny wasn’t due for a re-enforcement until Friday, but perhaps he’d do one tomorrow when he was in the office.  Or maybe you just couldn’t turn a sow’s ear in to a silk purse no matter how much re-enforcement you did.  After all Danny had never been the brightest bulb in the pack, maybe it was time to find a new assistant, one with more skills than just with the re-enforcer.

Thomas took a note on his smart phone, he seemed to recall that, what was her name again, Kylie?  Kylie had several friends from school that were just about as smart as her, perhaps one of them would make a better assistant than Danny.