Eventually, after about an hour mixing with the crowd, we went back into the club. Mark Johnson, the GM, found us. “Unbelievable. #EclipsGirl just e...ploded.” He walked away staring at his phone.Inside the club was little different than outside. People were asking for selfies with each step. Sadly, I began feeling sorry for celebrities. Tommy pointed at a couple guys and waved them over. He bent down and nearly had to yell into my ear to be heard. He said I could dance with these guys while he. Job done, I moved through into the bathroom. One lad was on the floor, humping the bath matt with his drooling prick while he played a gangbang movie on his phone. Glued to the bath, and plastered with jizz, were a series of pictures from the same photoshoot. They each featured the same gorgeous Latina, surrounded by huge dongs and stuffing them in her orifices while she smiled at the camera.A man was sat on the toilet, wanking furiously, while another stood beside him, drying his sweaty balls. Broken nails scratched the table creating a grating noise that drew a pair of stony hazel eyes to stare at her worn out face. She had the beauty of a wilted rose on a hot summer day. Sad and forlorn but the thorns were still there to prick and draw blood. She was in a mad house but still held on to her story with the tenacity of a stubborn crab. Green eyes glared back at the cold hazel eyes of the psychiatrist and she rapped the hard table with a loud bang and said “I’m telling you what I told. It seemed like hours. My mind was going a mind a minute. Was she really just letting Mark stare at her naked pussy like she let him see her tits? Was she letting him do more? Then, I heard Becky giggle. Another minute of silence, then I heard the bathroom door open and close. A second later Becky walked back into the room. She quickly sneaked back into bed, still bottomless. She started shaking me. "Babe, are you awake?" Her breath smelled minty and fresh. I didn't know what to say, so I.