I enjoyed your performance downstairs. Won’t you do the same for me again now?”There was a music system on the wall, so I slipped my CD of Britney...Spears into the slot and hit play. As the familiar strains of “…Baby One More Time” blasted out, I began my routine, teasingly unbuttoning a few buttons on my white shirt to give a glimpse of my tits, hidden at the moment in a plain white school-type bra. As I gyrated in front of my one-man audience, allowing him a few cheeky glimpses of my panties. The pay was $46 a month and he could sleep in the warehouse during the day. He could eat for less than $1 per day, so he was able to save a little money. That was how he could afford his new pistol. Cletus' only problem was that he was lonely. He had no friends and he sure didn't have a woman. He really wanted a wife, but couldn't find any Negro, Chinese, or Indian women in town. The White whores wanted nothing to do with him, so he had to keep himself happy. He planned to go looking for. She wanted her to have the best of everything in life.The first year of college was tough. Julie felt she was ahead of her peers. She had no friends, avoided parties, and felt like a loner. Her confidence in herself waned. She could not wait to get home to her loving and dotting mother.Sara and Julie were of the same height and had similar build. Standing together, they were five feet four inches each with similar curvy bodies. They could pass of as sisters, if it weren’t for Sara’s. Some green smudges on my face and a toy machine gun perfected the look.The day arrived, and eventually the party was in full swing, and apart from one or two people, I had previously never met any of the others, and there must have been at least twenty guys crammed into my friend's small apartment. There were plenty of "A-gays" at that party, and since I always considered myself to be average looking, to my surprise I noticed how pretty much everyone at that party was flirting with me. Most of.