I was nervous having an audience. Tonights show had to be good then.“Sam, you have a choice for the first event. I’m dying to tear up that ass of ...ours again, (Sam whimpered), or I could throat fuck you, or we could try the whip.”Sam thought a moment before quietly answering. “...the whip...”I frowned and grabbed her face. “I’m sorry, but how do you ask properly?” “Sir, I want to try the whip.” Smiling I replaced the ball gag and turned to my bag of tricks. I pulled out a nice leather riding. ’ ‘If we don’t know how to do this, are you sure we shouldn’t start with blonde sex goddesses?’ ‘Be serious,’ Stacey said. ‘Maybe we don’t know how to do this, but we do know some of the ways not to do this. Chasing after blonde sex goddesses is for sure not the way to do this.’ ‘Do I get any choice in the matter?’ ‘Certainly. All three of us have to have an absolute veto.’ That was it for that night, but all of us were thinking about how to find the soulmate we allwanted, though no one had as. I pulled out a cigarette and asked a customer sitting at the bar for a light. As I leaned over for the flame, I could see the butt of a 9 MM pistol in his belt. I giggled because guns turn me on. He smiled. I walked out the door, headed to the room number that was on the key. It was smokey in the room. No one was there. I looked around and saw some wine bottles, liquor bottles and piles of clothes. I sat down, crossed my legs and finished my cigarette. The door opened and the guy who handed me. ........."Well honey; that was wonderful but we still have to work," Carmel said,and arranged her clothing before leaving my workroom cell.I head the clicking of her high heels receding down the corridor dividingthe workroom cells.I cleaned up and sat down to wait for my next punter. My life had comethe full circle and I was resigned to my future as a transvestite prisonprostitute; being forced to service punters for "Iron Bar' Steve in MHCorrectional Establishment Chelmsford. Steve had hold.