The Tax Collector (GirlxIntersex) Book 1

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Parts 39
Time 2h 57m

Valentino Rodriquez Is an underworld tax collector,  collecting tax from America to over the Mexican border, where she encountered, an reserved and shy Lucia. Lucia was stuck in her morbid situation, having to be with different men to survive, that where her savior Valentino came in, a woman who might be responsible or in motive to the death of Lucia parents.
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    Her hand left my wrist and went into her pocket. "How about I pay you 300 to chat with you?" she said, giving me a tight-lipped smile. Why would she want to talk to me? I have nothing to offer her but sex for money. 
    
    "I can only take it for s*x. Martinez said I'm not permitted to talk to anybody." I lightly murmured. 
    
    "Well, Martinez isn't your f**king daddy," she growled. I returned my focus to the garments, feeling the paper of the money strike my shoulders. "Take the money." 
    
    "Just for s*x." 
    
    "You aren't a pr*stitute?" 
    I looked across at the woman. "How do you know that?" 
    
    "Are you staying here against your will? Is this the case?" She asked. I shake my head. Martinez saved me. I told myself this every day: he rescued me. I would have died. What's better than being dead, living, and suffering? 
    
    "Take the money and talk to me."All Rights Reserved

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Valentino Rodriquez Is an underworld tax collector,  collecting tax from America to over the Mexican border, where she encountered, an reserved and shy Lucia. Lucia was stuck in her morbid situation, having to be with different men to survive, that where her savior Valentino came in, a woman who might be responsible or in motive to the death of Lucia parents.
    ***********
    Her hand left my wrist and went into her pocket. "How about I pay you 300 to chat with you?" she said, giving me a tight-lipped smile. Why would she want to talk to me? I have nothing to offer her but sex for money. 
    
    "I can only take it for s*x. Martinez said I'm not permitted to talk to anybody." I lightly murmured. 
    
    "Well, Martinez isn't your f**king daddy," she growled. I returned my focus to the garments, feeling the paper of the money strike my shoulders. "Take the money." 
    
    "Just for s*x." 
    
    "You aren't a pr*stitute?" 
    I looked across at the woman. "How do you know that?" 
    
    "Are you staying here against your will? Is this the case?" She asked. I shake my head. Martinez saved me. I told myself this every day: he rescued me. I would have died. What's better than being dead, living, and suffering? 
    
    "Take the money and talk to me."

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