The bass and distortion we first heard had now turned into an electronic thunder. There was a woman in a stall to our left, we paid her our entrance f...e and opened the doors.Like a wave of energy, we finally saw the insides of the club. Standing in the doorway, we scoped the area. A collection of characters I had not seen before, faces of piercings and tattoos, hair of cartoon styling, clothes of leather and sheer. The ceiling was a battlefield of lights and lasers, the walls covered with more. My only real complaint aside from being a prisoner was not being given any clothes to wear other than my underwear and a pair of green boxers that must have belonged to Abu Hassan. They made me change every morning and washed what I had worn daily. One concession the women made was to give me a cheap, Russian made, windup watch. The watch had a frayed leather strap, huge luminous numbers on the face and a day of the month window. I had to admit that I felt more naked without a watch than I was. Seeing the dress and remembering that no bra was required reminded Janeof another thing she needed to discuss. "Please sit down Linda. There'sanother thing I have to share before we start getting ready." Onceseated, Jane continued, "I have been so busy these past two weeks that Iforgot to do something very important." Linda's heart fluttered slightlyand she felt a flush.Jane continued, "I was supposed to order the breast form remover solventbut it entirely slipped my mind. I have no way to. He would always come over and talk to me, ask me questions I didn’t really want to answer and look at me with those fucking eyes of his, making me uncomfortable. There were rumors around the office that he was sleeping with Angela the receptionist, which made complete sense to me; my cheating ex had liked them too, it seems, since he fucked one in our bed. Angela was going around the office beaming like a bloody headlight for about a month until one day she came to the office looking like a.