" I realized then that I really did like Rufus. He talked to me. He acted like he liked me. I didn't even mind him fucking me. I didn't care as much f...or Paul. I was always worried he would hurt me. He was too abrupt. Slam, bam and no 'thank you Mam, ' when it was over, either. He didn't talk to me like Rufus did. I had never had orgasms like these before though. I got butterflies in my stomach when I thought about doing it with them again. I got wet thinking of having one of them watch me when. I knew from the first time I watched "Hit Me Baby One More Time." And here she was now, exceeding what I felt her potential was. Here she comes off stage for a costume change. "Come on." She said to me grabbing my arm and dragging me with her. "Where are we going?" I asked. "Costume change. You're going on with me for the next song." "Um, no I'm not. I'm not making a fool of myself." "Don't worry. All you have to do is sit there." With that, she dragged me to the changing area. "Here. Put this. He’s handsome, muscular and totally gay and is physically well equipped to fulfil any client’s extracurricular requests. Erik is, if you wish, the perfect, archetypal kind of trainer we like to employ. Now Kyle, far from telling you to go and get lost as you seemed to think might have been the case, on first sight, you appear to have all the necessary attributes we require.”“But before I can make you an offer, I have to make absolutely sure that you are really right for the work we will expect. ’What wrong little toothpick? Is something bothering you? Are you on drugs?’ She asks with an uneasy tone. ’No! I just want to be left alone right now. She was stun (I guess because ever since knowing me. I always said “no ma’am, and yes ma’am” when ever she ask me something.) “Alright I just wanted to make sure you were ok.” With a force smile I said “Yeah I’m alright it’s just one of those days.” I guess she could tell something was wrong because she drag me in her house for a cup of.