“I haven’t fucked you!” he protested. “Yes why?” she asked. Sex “Well I’m not and Daddy agreed to everything,” Kitty said harshly, “Now get out!”
“I paid two thousand pounds to fuck you Kitty,” Paul said reasonably, “You know you’re finished at uni, so I’ll never see you again.”
“Look if I refuse sex you don’t have to pay, don’t worry.” Kitty reassured him. She watched the faces, the men leering, the intercom sounded, “Will you take a thousand?” he asked. “I still want to fuck you Kitty,” Paul insisted, “I paid an awful lot of money for this moment.”
“You’ll get a refund, Paul, ok?” Kitty said nervously. “You’re not Kitty!” Ken Decaid protested. “You’re not going to now, are you?” Kitty pointed out. She stepped gratefully into the soft seats of the old London Taxi and relaxed, giving her fathers address. send them all in, I might as well make some money,” Ktty said, her mind reeling, “The whole world knows I’m a whore now.”
Miss Lloyd ushered the man from the room and showed Kitty where the carpet cleaner and cloths were kept and Kitty was on her knees scrubbing the carpet when the next man walked in, “Kitty?” he queried, “Lord Barchester’s daughter?”
“Yes,” Kitty replied.
