wife of a prostitute

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That afternoon, Sally didn't see Anne. Actually, Anne had also been providing sexual services to men that afternoon. She and a middle manager named Malcolm had been hiding in his office, being raped by him for the entire afternoon. That man was one of the men who had participated in the group sex the previous night.
Anne and Sally's efforts hadn't been in vain; the worry of being fired never bothered them again. On Friday, another group of employees left the company, but Anne and Sally didn't see the departing employees looking miserable and dejected, because they were providing sexual services to four male team members. Anne and Sally clearly understood that only by working hard and continuously providing "services" to those team members could they keep their jobs at the telemarketing company.
And so, for the next few weeks, Anne and Sally had to work hard every day at the company providing sexual services to the men who held their fate in their hands. At night, Walter would call one of them to his apartment to sleep with him, and occasionally he would make both of them serve him.
One thing that puzzled the two women was that sometimes the male members of the group didn't actually want them to provide sexual services. Instead, they would rent Harry's room at the Fuad Bar and have them perform lesbian acts, lying naked on the bed and caressing each other, using vibrators to bring each other to orgasm. They didn't understand why they did this, nor what awaited them in the future.
Finally, Sam Donawan and his son Luke, the wealthiest father-son scumbags in the area, barged into Annie and Sally's peaceful lives without warning.
That night, Luke heard that some of Atlanta's sexiest and prettiest bitches were soliciting customers at the Fuad Bar, so he rushed over excitedly. He sat in the bar, looking around, and noticed several beautiful, mature women constantly going to the rooms at the back of the bar with men, staying there for about half an hour before emerging satisfied.
"Looks like the rumors are true!"
Luke thought to himself. "This is a fucking brothel, and these bitches are actually pretty good!"
This discovery excited Luke, and he began to plan which woman to seduce. Because of his notorious reputation for being extremely rough with prostitutes, he wanted to carefully select the woman he most wanted to sleep with, lest his bad reputation make it harder to find a woman he liked later.
Suddenly, he saw two women sitting at a table in the distance, holding hands and talking. They drank easily, laughing and stroking each other's cheeks, arms, and thighs. "What a pair of beauties. I really want to know what they're doing here,"
Luke thought.
Then, he saw one of the women go to the bar, pay some money, and receive a key from the waiter—a key like a hotel room key. Then, the woman took the key back to the other woman, they whispered a few words, and then walked together towards the back of the bar. That was where the prostitutes and their clients disappeared and reappeared.
"Damn! Are those two women going to the back room to fuck? I have to go check it out."
Luke thought, his penis starting to swell in his pants.
Luke got up and walked to the bar, saying to the bartender standing behind it, "Hi! I'm Luke. You see, I just saw two women run to the back, and I think... um, I want to go check it out, you know what I mean? Money's no object."
Standing behind the bar was the owner, Harry. After hearing Luke's words, he laughed and said, "Young man, you're too young, you should go."
Luke was furious, but he didn't want to waste any more words with Harry, so he turned and left.
Back home, Luke still couldn't stop thinking about those two sexy, beautiful, mature women. He really wanted to see how they played their same-sex games, and he also wanted to join in and actually have sex with them. "Maybe my dad could join me in playing with those two women,"
Luke thought. "Yeah, Dad, maybe you could teach me how to deal with women, how to have fun with them. But how can I get him involved?"
Just as Luke was racking his brains about how to spend the night with the two women, Annie and Sally emerged from the room behind the bar. It was already 10 p.m., and both women were satisfied, their bodies, having enjoyed ample sex, now needed a good rest. They left the bar together and went home, feeling relaxed.
Sally had only slept for two hours when she was woken by a phone call. She glanced at the small alarm clock on her bedside table; it was only 2 a.m. Who would be calling at this hour?
"Hello?"
Sally answered the phone in a hoarse voice.
"Hello, are you Mrs. Evans? Mrs. Sally Evans?"
"Yes."
Now Sally was fully awake. Had something happened?
"This is Atlanta North District Hospital. Your husband was just brought in. He's been shot, and his injuries are serious. You need to come to our emergency room immediately."
Hearing this, Sally was practically going crazy. She clenched her fists tightly, struggling to control her emotions. "Oh, this is terrible! Jeff was shot? My God! I have to get to the hospital right now,"
Sally thought. But in her current state, she couldn't possibly drive herself. So, she picked up the phone and dialed Anne's number.
Anne answered after several rings; she was clearly asleep too. After hearing Sally's words, Anne said, "Okay, I'm coming right away, honey. Bye."
Anne had originally wanted to wake her husband, Dick, to go with her, but hearing his drunken snoring, she had to abandon the idea. She quickly dressed and ran to her children's room to wake her twin daughters. She said to them, "Children, Jeff Evans is injured, and I have to go to the hospital with your Aunt Sally. Get up and go to the Evans' house to keep their children company, make them breakfast, and help them get to school. Just tell them their parents have work and can't come home. I hope you can both take the day off from school because I need your help, okay?"
The two girls were very obedient and immediately got up and dressed.
A few minutes later, Annie brought her two daughters to Sally's house and saw Sally standing at the door, holding her car keys and waiting for them. Both women were dressed in simple business attire, their hair simply tied in ponytails. After settling the twins into the house, the two women left. Seeing that Aunt Sally's children were still asleep, the two girls quickly took a nap on the sofa.
Accompanied by Anne, Sally arrived at the hospital's emergency room and was immediately taken to a private meeting room. A nurse presented her with a form to fill out, as her husband, Jeff, was awaiting surgery to remove a bullet. The bullet was only millimeters from Jeff's heart, but the doctors were confident of removing it safely. The surgery was said to last several hours, and the doctors told Sally they would keep her informed of its progress.
While the doctors and nurses were busy with the surgery, two police officers arrived at the hospital, wanting to explain some things to Sally. Seeing that she was emotionally unstable, the officers allowed Anne to stay with her.
The older of the two police officers said, "Mrs. Evans, we're very sorry this happened. Your husband was injured by a wanted criminal, but the assailant's appearance was captured by the gas station's security cameras, and we caught him quickly. We found the money he robbed from the gas station; he only stole $17. We're here to tell you this so you can rest assured that the guy will be severely punished."
Sally couldn't help but sob. "That damned guy almost killed my Jeff for $17! What safety do we have now? Are we just supposed to live in a lawless world? Are we just supposed to be manipulated by those evil villains?"
The two police officers looked somewhat embarrassed. They quickly said goodbye to the two women and left the hospital.
The two women sat on the bench outside the operating room, anxiously waiting for news. Six hours had passed; the nurses said it would only be a few hours. What happened? How is Jeff now? Sally's heart was filled with panic.
It was already 9 a.m. when Annie called Walter to explain why she and Sally hadn't been to work on time and to ask for his forgiveness. Walter told Annie on the phone, "Stay with her at the hospital. If you need any help, just let me know. We all love you."
After hanging up, Walter immediately went to find his team members and excitedly told them about Sally's current predicament. Then, they went to Helam's office together and, after discussing it, unanimously agreed that they must persuade Sally in a few days. Since she was facing financial difficulties and needed money to treat her husband's injuries, it would be best for her to sell her body. Once Sally complied, they could profit from her prostitution.
They already had several mature women under their control, all arranged to work as prostitutes at the Fuett Bar.
Those originally shy, traditional, respectable women were coerced by Walter's gang into providing various paid sexual services to wealthy men daily. Occasionally, they would also provide sexual services to lonely, bored rich women, accompanying them to business dinners, operas, ballet performances, and other social events.
Of course, if moral constraints were disregarded, these prostitutes weren't necessarily losing out. Through their relationships with these men, they received substantial financial support for their families and also achieved sexual satisfaction. Walter even helped each prostitute set up her own bank account to prevent her husband from discovering her extra income.
The women would use most of their extra earnings to improve their families' living conditions, buying clothes for their children, and so on. Of course, they would lie to their husbands, saying it was a bonus, and buy them gifts. However, their husbands weren't particularly interested in these gifts, so the women stopped bothering to please them.
As the owner of Fuadt Bar, Harry received a 20% cut from the women who prostituted themselves there, while Walter's gang took 30%, leaving the poor women with only 50% of their earnings. Depending on the services offered and the duration, the women charged clients a minimum of $300 and a maximum of $1,000, making the money Harry and Walter's gang extracted from them quite substantial.
At the hospital, Sally and Annie were still anxiously waiting outside the operating room. Several more hours passed, and it was now afternoon. A nurse emerged from the operating room and told Sally and Annie, "He's alive. The bullet removal process was much more complicated than we anticipated, which is why it took longer. However, the surgeon did a good job; he'll come out in a bit to give you the details."
Hearing this, Sally burst into tears of joy and turned to hug Annie tightly.
Less than 10 minutes later, the surgeon, accompanied by the head nurse, approached Sally and Anne and said gently, "Mrs. Evans, the surgery was quite difficult and lengthy, but the results were very good, and your husband's condition is now stable. We have removed the bullet near his heart; the wound there will heal slowly without leaving any aftereffects. But we are more worried about the second bullet now; that is very difficult to handle."
Sally stared in shock, her eyes wide. She stammered, "The...the...the second bullet? How can there be a second bullet? Nobody told us..." "Tell me Jeff was shot twice?"
The surgeon looked slightly embarrassed. He glanced at the nurse who had come out to report the injury with great dissatisfaction and replied, "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Evans, it seems our nurses didn't explain your husband's condition clearly to you. Nurse Randall, please explain to the family now." The nurse flipped open
the medical record folder in her hand with some annoyance and read aloud the record inside: "Mr. Evans was brought to our hospital's emergency room shortly after 2 a.m. Initial examination by paramedics revealed two gunshot wounds to his chest. Further X-ray examination..." Upon examination, they found a bullet near his heart and another located in his spine. Due to the urgency of the situation, he was immediately taken to the operating room, where the bullet closest to his heart, which was threatening his life, was removed first.
Sally shook her head and cried, "Nobody told me this. So, what about the second bullet? When can we remove it?"
The surgeon tried to calm Sally, saying in a calm but firm tone, "We will carefully consider and adopt the best treatment plan. Now, he is out of immediate danger, but we must handle the second bullet more carefully. Its location is too sensitive; if not handled properly, your husband could be paralyzed. Please give us some time; I need to discuss this thoroughly with my colleagues and develop a foolproof surgical plan. Dr. Anthony of Atlanta General Hospital is an expert in this type of gunshot wound. We have already emailed your husband's medical records and chest X-rays to him for his assistance in developing the surgical plan. I'm sorry, I have to go now to check on your husband's post-operative condition. If everything goes well, we can transfer him to the ICU for monitoring in half an hour." With that
, he and the head nurse hurriedly left.
The nurse named Randall looked at the medical record in her hand, cleared her throat, and said, "Which one of you is Mrs. Evans? Oh, and you are. Look, I noticed you haven't filled out health insurance. Could you tell me which insurance company your husband is insured with?"
Sally said in a pale voice, "We don't have insurance. Jeff lost his insurance when he lost his job."
Then, as if suddenly waking up, she turned to Anne and said, "My God, Anne, damn it, how are we going to pay Jeff's medical bills? We have no savings, and our wages are only enough for daily expenses. How can we afford these expensive medical bills? What are we going to do? What will happen to Jeff?"
Anne didn't know what to say, so she just offered some vague comforting words, "Sally, don't worry..." "Treatment first, we'll talk about medical expenses later."
The nurse interrupted them, "I'm sorry, but medical expenses can't be discussed later. This isn't a public charity hospital that accepts the poor. As things stand, your husband's injury needs treatment at a hospital like ours with excellent technology and equipment to improve. However, if you can't afford the medical expenses, we'll have to transfer him to a public charity hospital. Even then, you'll still have to pay for the surgery and other costs. I hope you can make a decision quickly, so we don't have to take drastic measures."
Hearing this, Sally angrily asked, "Do you think my husband can choose to stay here or be sent somewhere else?"
The nurse replied, "I said, if he were my husband, I would do everything I could to give him the best treatment. You have to decide which hospital to treat your husband at. Let me tell you, if Dr. Anthony at Atlanta General Hospital agrees to treat my husband, I will go to any lengths to get him there. You know, Dr. Anthony is the best doctor in the world to treat these kinds of gunshot wounds."
The nurse came over, patted Sally's hand, and turned to leave. Sally and Annie watched the nurse's retreating figure silently, unable to say a word. The only sound they could hear was Sally's sobbing.
Half an hour later, the surgeon came back to Sally and Annie and said to Sally, "We've moved the patient to the ICU now. I know you really want to see him, but he needs to sleep for 12 hours straight, so you can't see him yet. He's fine, he just needs to rest. Why don't you go home and rest? Come back tomorrow morning."
Sally's face was full of sorrow. She really wanted to see her husband, but the doctor told her it was best for Jeff to rest first, and she could only listen to the doctor.
Finally, Anne said, "Come on, my darling, let's go home. There's no point in us staying here any longer. It's time for dinner, and I'll have my twin daughters take your children to my house and cook for them."
Sally nodded, staring blankly ahead, completely lost.

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