." wailed Jessie, seated in one of the salonchairs. "Who's bright idea was it to use this idea again?" We don't have a choice, Jessie." her partner, J...mes, explained. Theywere both disguised as stylists, both wearing glasses and black shirts.Jessie wore a red skirt and black high heels while James wore redtrousers with black shoes. "You know we need money somehow."Meowth scoffed from his position behind the cash register. "Yeah, but weain't gettin' any customers. So fat lotta good it's gonna do. It’s time you were reminded who’s-who.”Stacey tries to fight me but I have the leverage. My hand lands solidly – WHACK! – Stacey yells, and gets a pink spot. The next shot is the same spot, but even more solid – WHACK!, and she screams louder. This leaves a light red mark. Much better. I start rubbing her cheeks to lessen the sting. "You want to be a smart ass, then your ass will smart."Stacey was beyond shocked when This Man did that to her. She thought she was past that, damn his hide. It DID. "Turn around, spread your legs, and put your hands above your head, NOW!" She barked out.I turned around and took in the lady telling me what to do. She was a few inches taller than me, and had shorter hair then me. It was a lot darker than mine. There was a hint of some purple streaks in the hair around her face. She was pale white, and she was standing in a leather bra and thong, holding a bag in one of her hands. Her breasts where straining against the leather bra, and I was guessing that. She was thin and unremarkable and he was a bit heavy. A set of large signs explained that to enter the couple’s section you either had to be part of a couple or invited by a couple. If you went into the couple’s section without an invitation, you were sent home for the night. If you did it twice, you were gone for life. This rule was sensible and prevented a lot of problems. The crowd was quick to enforce the rule so the amateur shows would happen. I split my voyeur time between the.