Similar looking vans had already pulled up and people weregetting on the bus for the tour. Many of the seats near the front of thebus were already tak...n. Lois decided to walk to the back so she wouldhave room. It looked like the bus wouldn't be full and only couples weresitting next to each other.In a few minutes, the bus driver and another man got on the bus. He waswearing a bright yellow polo shirt with a Bolder Tours logo on the leftbreast pocket. "So that's Melissa's friend," thought. "The lights dimmed, and whistles and cat calls filled the air. A lone spotlight singled in on the black curtain as the music began to play. It had a mysterious, penetrating beat. It was not "typical". Chloe emerged from behind the curtain and she too was not typical by any means. Her long wavy brown hair was reminiscent of burlesque, her face painted only with red lipstick and a hint of blush. Her body had beautiful curves. She was by no means cut from the same mold of the others who she had. That was her vision of herself. Broken, messed up, dirty. It became a ritual. She looked it up on the internet, how to prepare herself, clean herself up, how to hurt herself that way and keep herself out of trouble, out of the hospital. Alice instinctively started playing with herself while enjoying the best that stretching her loving back hole could provide. Soon she was masturbating, pinching and hurting her nipples, slapping her young pussy, sometimes brushing it with a rough comb she had. She panted uncontrollably. The newly expanded breasts were a huge strain on her body. Rivulets of sweat ran from her face. "Must fight!" she groaned through clenched teeth. "Can't become the cheap, trashy slut they want me to become! Gawd, my breasts... tits... they are huge now!"A sudden sensation of utter horniness drowned her. She had to fight it... fight it. Ah God... but it felt so goooood.A giggle escaped her.All the bimbos clapped their manicured hands and cheered with soft, high-pitched.