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That was exactly what he was doing.

And it was genius.

One night, as he was lying in bed with a ridiculously attractive hooker…a dead one, it hit him.

Ingenuity struck.

It was so simple, and so thought out that he couldn’t believe no one came up with it before.

What would lure pretty women, specifically young girls to him, so he didn’t have to be seen on the street?

Models.

Even better yet…

Hungry.

Desperate.

Ones.

With the millions of dollars that he made selling off what was left of his dwindling Addiction supply, he put that money to work for him.

He opened up two modeling agencies, and they legitimately acted as businesses.

It was a way to pick and choose who he took and sold into the sex trade overseas. Since the heat was on here, the foreign buyers made him the most money.

To make the business legit, he filled it with people on his payroll, and some of the women actually did get modeling jobs.

They were the ones, who when they were vetted by his people, as they showed up to interview, had families.

That was a hard no for him.

Why?

It drew suspicion.

That was the last thing he wanted to do.

If they wouldn’t be noticed that they had gone missing, they were the pussy they wanted for their clients.

And it worked.

In spades.

Yes, it cost half of his fortune, but…

Within a few ‘jobs’, he made it all back and then some. See, American women were a prized commodity. The US was particularly protective of its citizens, and when one went missing, all Hell would break loose.

So, if you wanted fresh American pussy, you paid through the nose.

When a Saudi prince needed some pretty women to call his own, he would put in an order, discussing his ‘preferences’, and they could find him someone.

Or a few someones.

The sexual appetite of some Saudi princes was staggering. They didn’t have the likes of the women back home as they did here, and they wanted them.

Hell!

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