Pretty girls—small-town pretty—with their tight jeans and white tops showing off what assets they had, faces painted and all sass and giggles for ...show, but when it came push to shove, as clueless as any. Carrie knew they’d get knocked up soon after prom by the first jock that wandered into their lives, but at least they’d know how to suck his cock. There was applause from the auditorium, then the music kicked up again. This town seemed to love its dancing stocks, though nobody here was really. ..you are" he said as he looked at the now-quiet Caroline. She told him. "Nice to meet you" he said. His smile seemed more and more relaxed as he stood there and spoke to the congenial group."Caroline's the one you should be speaking to" one said. "I mean...we're all...taken" she lied and looked over at Caroline. Would she jump at it...at Clay...at the opportnity to cash in No, it didn't look like it, but all of a sudden...out of no where...somebody filled the jukebox up with quarters. Someone. I got up, looked at one of my dozens of blouses for the size I wore. Perfect. Size six. I called their number and ordered three. One in apricot, one in pearl, and one in red. They knew me so I didn't have to give them my credit card number. They'd just add it to my business account. The cost was almost eight hundred dollars. Looking at the clock, I saw that it was time for my hair appointment. Grabbing my purse, making sure I had my keys, I was out the door heading for the elevator."Hi. She will be available to "serve" the prince in bed and this is his determination. If he chooses not to "grace" (polite word for fuck) her, that is his business. She has no say-so and must keep her thoughts to herself, no matter how much of an itch she gets.It was not unusual for concubines to be disciplined by the prince. Confinement to her residence, without visitors, for three days seemed to be a common sentence. Servants, male and female, were routinely paddled by special eunuchs who were.