Maybe it was because she had known me longer. Or that I was a better actor. Or that she was obtuse.I took the abuse. She promised to rat me out to the...rest of the sci-fi club. I agreed that she should. “How would you feel if I called up your wife and told her what you’ve been doing?” she asked at one point.“Too late - I already told her,” I said.She paused for a second, then gained her wind back. “And what did she say?” I’m not sure if she believed me or not.“She told me I wasn’t. . Carie dragged her feet along the carpet of the corridor. It had been a rough day starting from the morning when it felt like her head was filled with cement as she tried to raise it from her pillow. The Mexican food and tequila from the night before had erupted like a volcano in her tummy and filled her dreams with chaotic images of dogs balancing on balls amongst a wasteland of garbage; certainly someone's vision of hell. It didn't really help her day at the office, with the constant threat. Dave left his hand on my thigh and told me if one of the “girls” interested me then use a keypad on the table and she would go to a private room with me. It was all on him.I hadn’t been laid in over a year and these sexy “girls” were turning me on. I knew I was so horny I didn’t care what was in those panties. A short blond caught my eye. I pressed the keypad and shortly we were going upstairs to a luxurious room. She told me to call her Caroline. She was wearing a white basque, white lacy. Ken got a clip and attached it to her enlarged clit, causing her to gasp in pain and making her eyes water. Drool began escaping her gag. She moaned even louder when he added a heavy weight to the clip, causing the sensitive organ to be held outside its protective hood. Jane's wrists and arms were tied together, forcing her chest out, then her wrists were attached to an overhead beam. He tightened the rope until she was forced to bend and her arms were tight with strain from the strappado.