Want to join me?" she asked."Um," I said, confused.She took my hand. "Come on, they're cute. Should be fun."I followed the woman, who I guessed to be ...in her thirties, to the front counter. She dropped a twenty dollar bill on it and then both she and the clerk looked at me.I fished a $20 out of my purse and dropped it down on top of hers. The clerk grabbed the bills and directed us to another door on the same wall, this one with a picture of a medieval shield on it.The door opened to a hallway. You think you're so smart, but now lookit ya, stucklookin' like a horny little slut. Dumb bitches like you are only good forone thing, so why don't you shut those pouty lips and bring 'em over herewhere they can do some good."Before Clay could react, Bud grabbed him roughly by the arms and yankedhim into a kiss, forcibly pressing their lips together. Clay squirmed indispleasure and fought against the embrace when he finally snapped."Get the HELL off of me!" Clay screamed, shoving Bud back as. Adam sped up and passed him.Shortly after, Adam signaled to exit the Interstate. He stopped at the stop sign at the top of the exit and turned to me in his seat. “Now, your top and bra.” I hesitated and looked down the state road we were about to take. It wasn’t like it was a rural country road. My heart was beating faster and I knew I wanted to, I wanted to experience what his (and his friends) might have in mind this weekend. I released the seatbelt, again, and pulled my top off, leaned. A small bead of some clear liquid is seeping slowly out of the tip. Brad moans softly, then opens his eyes and stares piercingly at me. Do you like that? he asks gently. I hesitate a moment, unsure, then nod slowly. Would you like to try something else that would really make me happy? I nod again, slower this time. He takes out the magazine again and flips purposefully through the pages. Here, he says, extending a picture toward me. Think you could do that? I look at the picture in.