??Good. Let's go.??Like this? Here?? I asked nervously, looking down at my outfit. My dress barely covered my tits and my ass, and my boots and makeup...just made the outfit over the top. In this part of town, I'd be assumed to be an actual prostitute wearing this kind of thing.?Ah. Your hesitation reminds me that you still deserve a little more punishment. And I love embarrassing you. It's so easy. Come on, follow me. I have an idea.?I reluctantly followed Mark as he quickly walked across the. 'It'd be a hell of a lot easier'. Instead she played her role and spun Sarah so hard that she ended up exactly where she wanted to be. Maxine swayed her way over and as the music slowed she whispered to Taylor, "How about a dance for the birthday girl?" Sure." he said and held out his hand for Sarah who took it, giggling.Maxine turned round and rolled her eyes. 'Excellent.' she thought. 'Time to get off this floor.' As she walked away someone blocked her path."Wanna dance Honey?" he said with a. The Barkly Mansion tradition really began shortly after the War. It all started because I was attending a Halloween party at an after-hours club which illegally served alcohol. The common name for such a club in those days was a “speakeasy” and you had to have the right password to get past the muscle at the door.Actually it wasn’t a whole lot different than many clubs today except that the music and the slang was a little different. Of course, then as now, if you didn’t know the right password. He politely denied her offers of refreshing beverages. She didn’t blame him though, he told her earlier that he had been up since 5:30 the previous morning. Samantha couldn’t remember the last time she kept hours like that. She paid him for services rendered and he left. Samantha watched the van pull away, and let her dreams of waking up next to those lips pull away with it. Two nights later the phone rang, a strange number flashed on the caller id. When Samantha picked up the phone she.