Once she showered and put on the clothes I had laid out for her, she was actually gorgeous. Blue-blue eyes and blue-black hair. Her skin was a pale porcelain, and though I knew part of that was the drugs, there was a larger part that was not. She was not petite, but her habit had made her gaunt and thin. It was an unhealthy look until she pulled out her makeup. She was entirely too good at hiding the evidence. Gianna coyly smiled at me, and despite the earlier misgivings, there was something magnetic about her. I offered my arm, and we walked out of the room. “Listen closely, Gianna. If anything at all is even just a touch out of your comfort range, you tell me the safeword. You’ve never done this before, and people go through years of training.” “I get it,” she answered and cleared her throat. “I do, man. I get it.” “What is your safeword?” She rolled her eyes, and I pinched her forearm lightly.
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