SWEET SEX SLAVES

By SUSAN SWEET

Hoping that an outright confession would somehow make them feel more lenient towards me, I sat on the edge of my chair and told them the whole story. The gambling. The loan sharks. And how I had juggled the books. It took me about fifteen minutes to get it all out as they sat and silently listened to me.

"Look, Mr. Devon, Ms. Brown, I didn't mean to keep the money. Honest! I was going to put it all back just as soon as I could and I will! Every cent! Perhaps you could take some money out of my paycheck every week?"

"And how long would that take on what you earn?" sneered Jacky derisively. "Honestly, Mr. Petti, I don't see that we have any alternative under the circumstances except to turn you in to the proper authorities."

I dropped to my knees in front of her desk.

"Oh, please! Please! I'll do anything you say, just don't call the cops! I'll do anything to keep from going to prison! Can't we work something out? I'll do anything you say! Please!!"

"Do you really mean that, Mr. Petti?" Mr. Devon demanded, looking at me strangely.

"Yes, oh, yes! I would do anything! Please don't send me to prison!"

"You would do anything? Anything at all?" asked Mr. Devon. The grim expression on his face was suddenly very intense.

"Yes, anything! I'll do anything you ask of me! Just don't turn me in! Please! Please! Please!"

"What do you have in mind, Bob?"

"Stand up, Mr. Petti, and turn around very slowly," Mr. Devon ordered.

Wondering what he could have in mind, but hanging onto the hope that somehow there was a way out for me, I stood up and did as he had requested.

"Now walk over to the door, turn and walk back," he said.

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