There must be! This is insane!"Tracey sighed and agreed. They opened the door labeled "BimboTech Inc." and walked inside. There behind a reception cou...ter was a black woman with enormous fake boobs. She wore a tight mini dress of bright yellow microfiber with a 'neckline' that came closer to her navel than her neck. Big yellow plastic hoops dangled from her earlobes and her lipstick and nail polish matched her outfit. She was filing her nails when the two women entered but she put the file down. I began to notice young girls standing on the sidewalk, sometimes alone, sometimes in groups of two or three, expectantly facing the oncoming headlights. My body involuntarily trembled. We pulled into the parking lot of an old rundown two story motel, whose flickering yellow and blue neon sign proclaimed it ‘Dreamland Arms.’ ‘Ask for a room and an extra set of keys.’ ‘But..’ I started to protest. ‘He won’t ask for any identification or credit cards. Just pay whatever he asks in cash.’ A. ??Good,? the commander said, brushing her fingers through her long hair, the putting her hands down when she realized Pat’s shaved head was right in front of her. ?We just change her desire to please authority to her willingness to work for us. Her file checks out. Her father is a cameraman who spends most of his time outside the RAC shooting those pleasant videos we see on the so-called ‘news’ and her mother is now his assistant but was a CPA before the RAC came along. They are the perfect. When the first round was over everyone sat shirtless except Jack. He smiled at us. After the next hand Jack's shirt was gone and Rex and Jack still had on shorts. When the next hand was dealt Gary and I both lost our underwear. The rest of the guys still had some clothes on. Gary and I would play three hands of 21 the loser of course would be the fag. I lost the first hand and was getting nervous. Gary lost the second hand and now came the deciding hand. I lost. We heard someone open the back.