As song with a slow, heady beat began to throb to life, pulsing from the speakers, my eyes wandered over the masses of people until I found the man wh... was destined to be my plaything for the night. Standing off in a secluded corner, was a man of medium build wearing a loose black satin shirt and a pair of leather pants that just screamed to be ripped free of his luscious body. As the beat of the music took hold of me, I turned to my nighttime lover and locked eyes with him. His black eyes. Pulled panties to her knees, turned aroundand perched.The driver chose this moment to drive over every pothole in the westernstates. Cheri ended up with her arse in the urinal. Which actually helpedbecause now she was braced with virtually no chance of peeing on herreeboks.She tried to pee. It wasn't working. The bus was bouncing too much.Cheri sighed. She stood. She wiped her bum with more makeup wipes. Andconsidered.She stepped out of her tangas. She faced the urinal like a man. Andstraddled. It was part of being a man, he'd tell the boys, to "put a bitch in her place," and he lived by example.I used to hide in the basement and bury my ears. The boys, though, were all bigger than me and they liked the show. They thought it was fun to make me listen. At first they'd just pin me down or hold me in place while they laughed and joked about what he was doing to her, and what a slut she was. They'd stroke their cocks like it was some sort of porn show, and make a game of getting their. But, well that first night . . ." "Yeah the night my great dancing got me two new girlfriends, well, potential ones," I said, “as you had me believing.” "Yes, and it worked out with you and Tanya. I mean . . ." "Yes, actually, she decided that fucking me wasn't as bad as you think it is," I said. "Honey, that's not true! You're fine in bed. You know that. Haven't we been good in bed together? I mean really," she said. "Yeah, well you almost had believing that that was so. But, now I know.