“Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!”“Here….it…comes,” woofed Buck as he flooded Frosty.In Cell 7-B, Fred was still banging Mirage in missionary. But, Mira...ge’s legs were now wrapped around his waist. Fred had sped up his rhythm and still delivered full strokes.“That booty creamin’ on a nigga dick,” Fred declared.“You’re tearing it up, baby,” Mirage added.“I like that wet shit. Real good pussy!”“I picked out the names!”“Oh yeah! What you gon’ name our babies?”“DeRyan and Quantez.”“Yeah. Both boys. You know shit. .. if it's for a good cause!" I said, stealing a glance at Porsche who caught my meaning and smiled coyly.Later that night after we all decided to turn in, I was laying in bed thinking about the day's events and waiting to fall asleep. It was good to be in my old bed and my room felt just like it did the day I left it.I was taking a little trip down memory lane when I suddenly heard a soft knock on the door. It opened just a crack and I heard a quiet voice. "Alex, are you asleep yet?" Porsche. I recognized most of them from the TV and websites that I had been on. A few were rookies that I didn't know. By the end of the show my cock was extremely hard and throbbing. The girls said goodnight and left the stage. The emcee came back on and asked for a warm round of applause, which was hardly necessary. When the lights came back up an orchestra had assembled to our left and was beginning to play some slow blues. I wasn't much in the mood for dancing, so I refreshed my drink and went up on. She stopped, turned towards the nearest building, and walked towards it. She came up to the door marked ‘Entrance’. She knew that it wasn’t supposed to mean, ‘bring someone into a trance’, but her Controller had made her see it that way. Every building she entered deepened her trance state, made her more obedient, more hypnotized, more enslaved. She pitied people who didn’t go into trance through the entrance. She wondered how many people did. Certainly, nobody walking down the hallways with.