I didn’t say a word, my heart was in my throat. “Get. Up.” He smacked the belt on each of my thighs, I knew that meant we were starting over, an... none of those three counted.He reared back and I caught my breath in my throat again. I stayed in position except for a little hair tossing brown curls cascading over my shoulders and back. “One, thank you Danny” I finally managed to squeal out.Again the belt fell, same place, I gasped. Oh My God it hurt!! 23 more of these? How was I going to take it?. Each stocking was rolled down and off. She tried to look each of them in the eye, as Tamita had suggested, but she found it difficult. Marsha could feel her body temperature rise and her face burn as she unsnapped the bra and let it fall, her melon sized breasts bursting free to reveal large dark areolas surrounding even darker nipples.She saw the eyes of the men light up at the sight of her naked breasts and knew she had scored points. The women however showed no reaction. She turned away from. I was actually able to walk around without it.So I went back inside, stuck a ten dollar bill in my back jean pocket, and walked to Starbucks.With my caramel frappachino, I felt invincible.And then I remembered a quote from one of my best friend's yearbook pages. She and her twin brother both went to my school, and in the ads, they had made pages for each other, that were posted opposite each other. She had written in his note "sometimes I think I'm invincible, and then I realize it's because. It was the same music that they had played at the Carousel several nights earlier, the time I missed their professional debut because I was led away for the lap dance. I sat forward as the girls began moving to the music It was riveting as they removed their blouse leaving the pure white bras against their nearly bronze skin. Now as they moved, they quickly unhooked the bras, but didn’t throw them away, instead, as they danced, they would give me only short peeks of the skin beneath the bra,.