Sadie Whyte: The Lust of my Life Read Online Free PDF

to be one of the top requested escorts of the company.  African-American escorts, that is.  However, Beatrice, still masquerading as Leona Lane, began stealing the company’s tricks.  The company was charging them as much as $6,500 dollars per date.  Leona would only receive $900-$2,500 dollars of said amount.  Leona began charging them $4,000 dollars even and keeping all the spoils of her labor.  She was also unbridled, lewd, depraved, in as much as she was willing to do for a horny man… or woman.
    She’d been exposed in her treachery by other escorts of the company.  She was threatened with violence and soon fled Delaware driving her new 95 SS Impala with the LT-1 Corvette engine and rear wheel drive.  It wasn’t the typical vehicle of choice for a young, dainty, high class escort.  But, it said something about Leona’s personality.  For, underneath it all, Beatrice Miller, AKA Goldie Kaan, Leona Lane, Bee Bee, Evelyn Foster, etc., had a powerful engine with LOTS of horses under the hood.  She was trained and ready to go. 
    “I’m self-taught and I can’t be bought baby,” she’d often say to a trick who was either unwilling to pay her price, unable to afford her, or simply asking for too much.
    If men, the players and pimps, considered themselves dogs by nature, Beatrice considered herself to be a female dog to the fullest.  She was THAT BITCH!
    At the moment, Beatrice, AKA Charise Gables, was in Atlanta, Georgia in the doggy style position with nine and one half inches of dick thickness in her rectum.  She mouth-fucked another well endowed gentleman while also riding another larger member.
    “Mmmmmh, Mmmmmh,” she moaned, getting into her performance to the fullest.  She stared into the camera, a large rod in “every hole,” seductive, whorish, craving, and loving it.
    “This bitch is nasty,” Byron Blount, the producer/director of the movie, whispered into Dave Winthorp’s ear.
    “I’ve got to be honest with you, Byron.  When you get ‘em like that one, you’ve got to keep ‘em.  She’s a fuckin animal.  A pretty fuckin animal,” Dave said.
    Charise made every man spit all over her sweat slicked body before slowing down, even for a second.  Once she’d completed the final scene, she left the room wearing a thin robe, staring at Byron with an “I-told-you-so” expression in her eyes.
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      “Look Byron, I want my own movies and an exclusive contract, complete with a pay increase per movie.  Let’s be honest; I look better and I fuck harder than any bitch you’ve got out there.  My fans love “Ms. Oktapussy.”  Put together an official contract for me Daddy,” Charise said.
    “Do you know what the three hottest commodities in this country are, Charise?” Byron asked, lighting a thick cigar, a bored expression on his face.
    “Of course I do.  My mouth, my pussy, and my ass.  I’m hot shit Byron and I wanna be treated like it,” Charise responded with a slow, articulate, authoritative tone.
    “Not quite little lady.  It’s more like drugs, main stream religion, and my favorite, pornography.  And you, Charise, have jumped into my world of porn.” 
    “Yeah, you’re fine.  You can take lots of dick.  And you do make the rest of my bitches look a little… less qualified, I admit.  You can make a lot of money in this industry.  There’s plenty to be made.  But if you get too greedy, I won’t lose any sleep when you’re gone.  I’ll sell an elephant fuck fest to a blind mouse.
    Plenty of bitches can fuck and look pretty, Charise.  They come and go.  The porn industry is like a machine.  A tire blows, we replace it,” Byron said, blowing thick smoke into Charise’s face.  “But you might be worth what you’re asking for, depending on what you’re asking for.
    Most of my actresses who come in here demanding the same shit believe they’re worth it too.  But they’re not.  Come see me