<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FFFF00">Kelly Stone</span></div><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Kelly felt delighted, for the first time since she had become a prostitute. It had always been a job, something she was skilled at, liked in a general way - it was somewhat easy money -, but never really enjoyed doing. Not this time, though. This time had been different. <span style="font-style: italic">Christopher</span> had been different.  He was so young, fresh and new to this world. Kelly almost felt bad for him. Almost, because the guy was obviously filthy rich. It was hard to feel bad for someone who had the world at his fingertips. <br/><br/>Of course, while she was resting in Christopher’s arms, Kelly had no idea he wanted more. She would never imagine a rich and well raised young man would want to know the dark side of things. Sure, Kelly knew some rich guys wanted to try drugs. That was a normal curiosity. Some of them even wanted to know a drug dealer, as it seemed “cool”. None of the rich guys wanted to actually taste her lifestyle, though.<br/><br/>When Christopher said he wanted her to teach him all the sins of the dark, Kelly looked up at him in surprise. She noticed that he wasn’t joking. That surprised her a lot. So, Christopher really wanted to get a taste of the underworld, eh? Well, she knew it like the back of her hand, so it wouldn’t be a problem. <br/><br/>Kissing Christopher’s neck and nibbling on his earlobe, Kelly nodded. “I will show you whatever you want”, she promised in a whisper. Heck, that had been even easier than she had expected. She hadn’t even needed to seduce him, he had come into her grip like a little fly going into a spider’s web. <br/><br/>Rolling on the bed, she laid on her back, her body in full display. “What do you want to experience?”, Kelly asked, one hand finding her purse and taking her cigarettes from there. She lit it and took a long drag, before offering it to Chris. “I believe I can show you anything you might dream of seeing”, she completed, waiting for him to either take the cigarette or say he didn’t want it.</div>