I didn’t want to get in trouble, and I was hoping I could actually see some of the lusty action that I had dreamed up in my head.“Do you have any ...money?” she asked after we agreed.My parents gave me twenty dollars for incidental expenses, but I didn’t see what that had to do with anything. We already had a deal. She asked me again, and I told her that I did.“Fine, give it, and I’ll let you smell Jack’s fingers,” she said.I didn’t want to smell Jack’s fingers, and I didn’t know why she wanted my. ..he would rape me in there?But I went in after a big sigh... He asked me some questions."Done it before?" washing up? yeh lots of times..." it seemed a dumb question."Got a boyfriend?" yes." Is he a criminal?" No!" Do you have sex with him?"wow! I started to get hot."Yes. We often sleep over my place or his. We do it a lot." So you are on the pill?" ahh yess...?" good. you are hired!" thanks!"I was wet and excited and tingled with anticipation!When do I start?"Now!"He took me into the Kitchen. I know that when it comes to lingerie, less is more, so I wore a sheer camisole, thigh high stockings, and 5 inch "fuck-me" stilletos. I decided to not bother wearing panties since they would be coming off (and I have lost too many pairs at parties).A nice girl took us around for a tour and explained the rules of the club (essentially, keep your distance unless you are invited). Once we were set loose, we joined a small crowd of people at the bar. The club was BYOB, which hadn't known before. It was Brock who had yelled it, and he stared with a slack jaw, the wheels in his mind turning. Yavara broke the silence, squirming her way out from beneath Elena and racing across the room. “Me next!” She announced, solidifying the proclamation with an excited click of her heels. “I would also like a turn.” Patricia said sultrily, dismounting from Trenok. “As would I.” Certiok said, getting in line. “And me.” Elena said, limping behind Certiok. Elena’s slaves lined up in an orderly row behind.