Amanda and Steph got their tacos made and sat at the table as I just finished microwaving my shells. After I finished making my tacos I took a seat. I...winced as my bottom touched the chair, my ass was so sore from being pummeled by Amanda’s pole. She sat in my seat once again, but this time I sat across from her next to Steph at the end of the table. I thought this was a good idea at the time, however, I didn’t consider the fact that I was now in front of her and I couldn’t help but glance at. I tried to stand up but he grabbed tight in his arms forcing me to sit. “You don’t believe in me do you?” “Dude…,” I said “you’re not Santa Clause, and it’s March. “Have you been a good boy?”, he repeated slowly holding me so tight I struggled to breath easily. “I… I don’t know”, I stammered. Despite everything that was going on, I found myself strangely aroused by my circumstances. As I struggled to free myself I slowly realized two things. One, that I couldn’t escape if I wanted to,. I was in a towel. Kronk was, as usual, just strutting around in the buff, his hair slicked back.“Hey, I’ve got an offer for you.”“What’s that, Jake?”“I need to get a girl into the Homecoming Dance, can you be her date?”“Anyone I know?”“I don’t think so. She goes to Central.”“What’s she look like?”I tilted my head a little as I was thinking Kronk would have been an easy sell.“Her name’s April. She’s short and blond and she’s stacked,” I held my hands out in front of my chest, miming a big pair. Perkins smiled. The men entered the room and once again Nancy Perkins felt herself shiver, when she looked into the cold black eyes of her newest hand. She would have bet her ranch, as little as it was worth, that Mexican Tom was no Mexican. He had the eyes of a wild creature. The steady look of a warrior who had been challenged, but never backed down. He had the eyes of an Indian. She shivered again, exquisitely and grabbed Tom’s arm, leading him to the table. He sat with the rest.