Justine had been very precise when she gave Julia the directions to the book store.

"Don't go into the wrong shop - there's a whole row of dirty book shops and one looks pretty much like the other. Except that they are not the same. The one you need to go into is at number sixty nine. It's run by a man, an old man. The exact epitome of a 'dirty old man'. When he sees you two coming in he will think all of his Christmases have come at once. But you don't have to let him touch you, or maul you, or molest you - he will just want to 'look' at you both. And he will have a good long look. Just browse the shelves, pretend he isn't there. Pay special attention to the fetish and BDSM section of the shop - reach up to take the top shelf titles down - it offers him the perfect vantage point from which to look at you both. Let him have a good look - dress appropriately - short dresses, high heels - let him have a real good look. Maybe ten or fifteen minutes. He will be busy behind the counter rubbing himself up and watching. Just act like you don't even know he is watching. After fifteen minutes just go to him, tell him you want to go down and service the glory holes. He is expecting you both but your fifteen minute show will be just like a transparent transaction. If you were street girls going down there, that is, if you were hookers wanting to go down there and earn some money because the streets were quiet then you would have to pay to go get down there. But this isn't the case - me and the dirty old man have an arrangement. He understands the need that a certain type of woman has for semen and its consumption and we have an arrangement."

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Justine had let her words hang in the air. Julia listened intently.