YOU!…..yourselves…yes really!’ she laughs and drinks again. The glass is empty now and she turns impatiently and refills it from the bottle on t...he dressing table. ‘Tonight, you are not part of the show my dear audience you ARE the show!You are the stars!’ She stands silently for a long moment, then she turns to the first chair. ‘Father.’ she begins, and stops again, eyes filling with moisture. Dammnit, she dabs at her eyes. Stupid, stupid, stupid, one does not let one’s emotions overcome one on. Unlike a porno star, she looked like a student.Calmed, she silently offered three Hail Mary’s against her filthy mouth. “Fuck,” she muttered, donning her new blouse. She’d forgotten her blazer anyway, and grabbed it off her chair. She considered adhering nipple covers inside her cups, and said fuck that. Let asshole stare at her when the blazer came off. SW would certainly like it.She stutter-stopped aside her desk, remembering that SW expected her nude for her spanking, or mostly nude. Could. Torque stopped the bike in front of Ben and handed the keys to Lara. He got off and extended his hand to Ben's. "Sorry to stick my nose in, Ben."Ben's hand was crushed in the Father's grip like always. "No trouble's, Father. You're always welcome in my camp." The reply was custom, but Ben's tone was pissed off."The little lady said she had something really important to tell you." He indicated Lara.Ben frowned and narrowed his eyes, glaring at Lara.She leaned against her bike like she didn't. I heard voices coming from the ballroom so I quietly wen to the door and peeked in and saw the handsome dancer, Enrique, practicing with a pretty redhead in a pink leotard but he was getting irritated with her. ‘You’re doing it all wrong, Sylvie!’ The redhead threw up her hands ‘I quit! Find someone else,’ she said, before storming out the door. I hid behind the door as she past. I looked back into the ballroom and watched shyly as my heart pounded. I wanted him so much. Enrique looked up and.