Telly

The whore had me tied to the bed. There was a gag in my mouth and I was bent over with my arse in the air. She looked at me with the smile of a job well done, then reached into her bag.
For a nervous moment, I thought it was going to be an enormous dildo, but it turned out to be a mobile phone.
"Won't take too long," she said, and smiled kindly.
She made a call: "Dave? Yeah it's me... 27 Monteverde Mansions."
She ended the call.
About twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang and she let in a thick-set man dressed in biker leathers. He roamed around my flat, opening drawers and shaking his head.
"What about the telly," the whore said.
"Nah, it's knackered. Wouldn't get more than five quid for that... look luv, if you're going to call me out at this time of night, at least make sure the guy's got anything worth nicking."
He waved to me as they went out the door: "Night mate," he said. The expression on his face was sympathetic.

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