Whoosh - crack. Mort gave her about ten more, turning her ass bright red and making a hell of a racket. Noel took it in silence after the first outcry... a faraway expression on her face. I just sat there and watched, feeling like a real loser.Then Mort put the belt away and said something else to the Cuban girl, and she unbuttoned her shorts and struggled to work them down off her hips. Finally they dropped to the floor, revealing her thick, black bush, and the small cabin was suddenly filled. I shouted “Two shots of jack for this year’s champion” “I can’t drink while working”. She quipped back at me. I smiled and gave her a hug and told her everything will work out. Emily went back behind the bar and poured the two shots. “It would be rude for you to let me drink alone” I slid the second shot toward her. After we took our shot she took the glasses to clean them. While her back was to me I paid my tab and left her $100 tip and headed home. The next morning Emily was waiting for me. “Sure, if you want. The security measures keep people from getting in to hurt anyone living there. Each non-resident must go through multiple levels of interviews. We know if the person will be allowed to proceed to the fourth level interviewers by the third level. If they get this far, they willingly offer details of crimes these people committed back when they were kids shoplifting a pack of gum or candy bars in primary school. Few get past this point without discussing their crimes in much. He was definitely a sight for her man-hungry eyes. As she took in all of his manliness, he scanned the room, in a very nonchalant way. She waited till their eyes locked."Hello Sexy." She sent the thought flying across the room to his mind. His eyes widened just a bit in shock. "I've been watching you for awhile. How would you feel about..." and she sent him a mental image of her riding his body to ecstasy. Through half closed eyes she saw the package in the front of his pants move slowly down.