Porn-U-Copia

Dora smiled like a five-year-old at her first birthday party. “Am I really that pretty, Lilly?”

“You’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. Knew that the moment I laid eyes on you. And guess what else?”

The gleeful Dora’s eyes widened with joy and anticipation. “What?”

“You’re open for business.”

Even the naïve Dora knew the comment meant the games were over and the mattress springs would be jumping before she knew it. It took her a while to get use to the idea that she was working in a brothel, but she needed money, and quickly. Lilly explained to her that even if she had had enough money for the trip to New York, there wouldn’t have been enough to support herself. There was a little matter of paying rent somewhere and eating, let alone paying someone to represent her in the nightclubs. Dora hadn’t thought of that before leaving North Carolina. All she wanted was the train ticket, and knew everything would fall in place. It took reality to awaken her, and reality was Lilly Johnson, a.k.a, Lilly’s on the Strip.