"You gotta be more than a waitress around here," Rossi growled. "Whaddya think I'm paying you that big salary for? Besides, this guy Frank will give you a hundred bucks to go with him. Don't be stupid – go back there and be nice. If you don't, you're fired."

Rossi gave her a little push, and Judy stumbled back toward Frank's table, her mind reeling. She'd had no idea that her new job would involve prostitution. She was shocked and horrified at the idea, yet she needed the money so much. As she approached the table, Frank stood up, took her by the arm, and steered her out of the nightclub.

"I'm glad Tony talked some sense into you," he said. "You're a damned attractive girl. I didn't want to miss out on you."

The parking attendant brought Frank's Cadillac, and he muscled Judy inside. She was still too shocked to speak or even to think. It was a short drive to Frank's apartment, and by the time Judy came back to her senses, he was ushering her into a plushly furnished living room.

"You look a little shaken up," Frank said. "How about a drink?"

"Yes, please," Judy said numbly. She hardly ever drank, but she figured the alcohol would steady her nerves.

"Look, baby," Frank said as she gulped her drink, "be smart and keep working for Tony. Do just what he says. A lot of girls have made a lot of money there. Some of them even marry rich customers."

"But I'm already married," Judy said.

"Then look for something better," Frank laughed.

Something better? Judy's pleasantly bruised cunt reminded her that Tony Rossi had been a much better fuck than her husband Joe. She loved Joe dearly, but she also craved excitement and adventure in fucking. Her new job could give it to her, and she'd even be paid for it. She looked intently at Frank, wondering what kind of lover he'd be.

Frank reached into his pocket and handed Judy a crisp, new one-hundred dollar bill.