"I am so pleased that you decided to dance for me at the KittenClub sweetie. If you keep on doing as I say, I can keep on doingthis... that is unless ...ou want me to stop... no... somehow I didn'tthink you would. Kitten sweetie, on Thursday you will have an audience.They will love you and will want you to go up into the private club.There you may well have to do some things that you will be veryreluctant to do, but you will have to do whatever they ask for me. Youwill do it for Joanne. Remember. “Hey!” Sam said suddenly, pointing at the small table under her TV “Hand me that controller” The two then proceeded to spend the afternoon as they often did, talking about nonsense and playing video games, no longer having any tension about had happened or what might happen between them.Sam ran up, slapped the hood of her car and yelled “HA! Slowpoke!” then began dancing in a goofy manner, pretending to be a cowboy riding a horse and galloping around in a circle while Alex continued hopping. The guys don't care if her tits are fakebecause they just care what's between her legs and for how long they cando her, you look good so don't worry about her." Jason was worried about her though. 'What can I do to become morepopular?' he thought. The evening ended and the threesome went home. Jason stayed the night atBetty's and wore his satin nightgown because he didn't want Tiffany togo away. The next morning Jason returned home with some sadness becausehe didn't want to put Tiffany away. Please have a seat while you wait," the receptionist said, smiling. Betty took a seat in one of the chairs and sat there waiting for what she had no clue. The receptionist seemed nice and she smiled - was that a good sign? Betty's mouth was dry and she barely breathed. "Mr. Davidson will see you now," the receptionist said after a few moments. Betty stood and adjusted her clothes before walking up to the heavy wood door. Betty knocked softly, afraid of what may lie behind this imposing door..