He mumbled under his breath, "Yeah, I got your card Detective."She heard him wad it up, a moment later it thunked into a waste can. His face appeared ...in her vision. It was horribly pockmarked. Deep scars from acne peppered his skin. There was something oddly familiar about it, something from way back, from another life. With a motionless shudder, she realized he was looking her up and down, an uncomfortable sheen in his eyes.She startled inwardly when his fingertips first brushed and then began. Ronald asked 'want to make a little money this evening, promise to have you home by ten.' I asked 'how many do I have to have sex with?' Mr. Ronald smiled and said 'just one, me, while our client watches.' Mr Ronald tossed a bundle of bills on the passenger seat and said 'get in.' We drove to a little town not far away and went to a huge white shuttered house. As we walked up to the door, it slowly opened, like a badly written "B" movie. I followed Mr. Ronald in and the door slammed shut, I. Amy told me she had asked her and she refused. Amy said that she didn’t know what to do and that if she did not turn in the assignment on Monday she would get a zero. I said “that sucks, do you want another drink?”She said “sure I would love one.”When I came back into the room the conversation moved on to other things. After a couple more drinks Amy asked me if I would do her a huge favour. I told her that of course I would. She responded that I should not answer so fast as it was a HUGE. Two other girls and me didn't play (I came up with a menstruation excuse) so we were sitting. When I saw both girls leaving to the changing room and/or toilet at least once I did so, too. Most of the time I have some extra vaginal juice so I wear pads all the time but not today. I checked my black panties in the female toilet and saw they are quite dirty with white smears. I took them off and sneaked into the male changing room and left them there in the open so the boys could see them. I knew.