Thanks for being so understanding. I want those Oceanography credits so I can transfer to UM as a sophomore.” she explained, sounding relieved.Finis...hing up took her only a minute and, as she turned to leave, she almost ran right in to me.“Jack! Hi! I heard some rumor that you wouldn’t be back this year!” she said, sounding both surprised and pleased.“And leave you to face Ms. Barnes alone? Perish the thought.” I told her with a wink, getting a blushing smile in return.“My mom is waiting outside. Martin," the slightly pudgy but well dressed and made up woman about forty said to me. "Though I doubt he talks too much about me. We try to keep our personal lives personal. He did however mention you." Then to be honest I know very little about either of you. Want to sit down and fill me in?" I asked."Another time maybe," Martin said as the moved on to a booth several feet away."Well you have to at least tell me what gossip Martin is spreading about me," I demanded with a grin."Oh just that. Ms. Peterson then made me rehearse a script that they filmed. They made say that everything I did was consensual and that I asked them to make my **** fantasy come true. They made it clear to me that if I did not do a good job they would make me disappear! Heather, all I could think of was that my father must have been made to disappear by them." She said as she looked at me."I'm so sorry! That is terrible!" I said trying to comfort my friend."Well that was not the end. You see they continued. The customers couldn’t touch the dancers. There are no d**gs allowed and you can only drink in the Bull Pen. If you drink to much, you won’t be allowed to dance.“Both of you work for Mr. Darrien. You know that you are sent from time to time to provide companionship for men. We have none of that here at the club. This is a showcase for the women that work for us. You are here as dancers and professional models. If a man ask for a date, tell him to contact your agent/manager at the club office..