"Funny?",Jim mumbled.
"Well...from the way you're looking at us...and how you don't meet his description...I'm pretty sure you're not Claude."
"Uh,my name's Jim...I was kinda exploring the mall and got lost..."
The lovely brunette laughed,and so did a few of the other girls who were close enough to overhear."Well,that beats everything.Claude spent months combing through the books of just about every escort service in the country...determined to pick out America's fifty hottest women who would do what he wanted...and set up this place,this date,what we were supposed to wear,everything.He paid a ton of cash in advance to get us here.He left word what room he would enter by,and warned us that the doorway would seal behind him.And then...just before he's supposed to make his grand entrance...you walk in and trigger the seal." She paused."I'm Randelle,by the way...at least that's my working name."
Jim's eyes flitted around,taking in how gorgeous and how scantily clad these women were.It was hard to keep thinking about buying a present for Sharon.
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