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Let me first give you some background information before telling you this story.
I got a bully back in middle school and high school, let's call her, Ava. The girl was born in Spain and moved to North Europe with her family when she was five, she had tanned skin that looked like wheat, and she'd been beaten up or neglected by her family, but none of those are excuses for bullying.
Back at school, she liked to gossip behind people's backs and call them names (she called me a baby seal when I was a little fat and pale").
Now, years later, I am on my way back to work in the brothel and I see her name in the list, even though we are both under the same management, we are not in the same venue, mine is a high-class gentlemen clubhouse and she is more to the public side (Be aware that just because it is a high-class club doesn't mean it is better. A brothel is still a brothel, and the working environment may be better, but a whore is still a whore.)
I was a little hesitant to join back after seeing her name in the list, but surely it was just someone with a similar name, and even if it really was her, we work at different venues, so who's to say we'd meet again?
Several days later, we finally met. It was an orgy party, a nearby college hosting a "Christmas party".
It wasn't a job offer, I was invited to see other venues, remember I was planning to invest? (Of course, having some fun is also important.)
It was her, to be honest, at this point, I wasn't surprised at all, after all, she wasn't the only girl I know working in the "industry".
While she is still stunning, she also seems, and I do not think there are any other words to describe it, dead inside.
She and another girl were lying on all fours on a coffee table, playing with a huge two-headed dildo while people poured cash on their asses and stuffed it in their mouths.
Usually, such a lewd image would be very sexy, but as soon as I saw her eyes, all of that went out the window.
In the absence of lust, there was humiliation, shame, and disgrace, not even of the good kind, but only pain and regret.
After years of insults and torment, I thought I would be delighted to see her fall, but instead felt nothing but sympathy for her.
I wish I would be able to do something for her, but I doubt I would be able to.
It is not always possible to save everyone.
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