To fail to please a dominant client was disastrous. As far as I know that happened only once, once that was reported to Sergei. Thoroughly punished for that failure, I was smart enough not to get into that kind of trouble again.
I have to be honest, that failure was more like a mutiny, and an unnecessary one when I remember how it began. For days, I’d been at the mercy of seven men, who took delight in torturing me as often as Sergei would let them have me. As far as the agreement for only two nights a week and Saturday, Sergei stretched the limits, ordering me to work the bordello seven nights straight. By the seventh, I was exhausted in spirit, mind and body. I couldn’t keep one mount straight from the last, and the fatigue showed in my attitude. Whores were punished for a bad attitude,
