Chapter 57 Everybody has a price

When Wendy woke up, she was alone. Judging by the sunlight coming through the window, it was about eight in the morning.

Yawning, she sat up and stretched, trying to gather her thoughts.

Last night’s events seemed bizarre and surreal. If her body didn’t ache and hurt she would have thought it was just a dream.

But it wasn’t a dream.

She’d had real sex with Montreal. She’d had Montreal's dick in him.

Licking her lips, Wendy climbed out of the bed, wincing a bit as the movement sent a fresh wave of dull pain through her, and walked to the mirror.

She was covered in bruises.