Somehow it had all just happened. Each step along the way made sense at the time. Six months ago, she had been a student having fun at a weekend music festival. She’d met a cool guy, who had been fun, had known people, and had money. He was some sort of drug dealer, maybe. But he was still cool. He’d invited her on holiday. ‘But I’ve got my exams!’ But she’d laughed, and they were away; first class flights, good hotels, her own amex card. He liked to fondle her in public, liked her to dress in skimpy clothes. The resort was incredible, everything laid on, right on the most beautiful white sand beach … music, food, swimming. She’d asked him why there were few older women— mostly young girls, like herself, permanently in bikinis, sometimes topless, occasionally naked. ‘Yeah, yeah’, he’d said; ‘The young ones are mainly sex slaves.’
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Estimated reading time: 19 minutes; 4000 words
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