”Gina saw many dancers practicing on the dance floor. Music played, and Gina watched for a bit and then continued down the hall to the manager’s ...ffice. Gina knocked on the door, and a voice told her to come in.“Hello. The name is Sam Williams. Who might you be?”“My name is Gina Santo. I am inquiring about the dancing job.”“Do you dance?”“Yes. I know how to dance.”“Have you danced in the nude?”“No. But I’m sure I can do it.”“Show me how you dance. But, of course, you must do it in the. She only flinched as she was becoming accustomed to the abuse. Vic quickly attached chains to the rings in Susan’s nipples and attached the other ends to stakes driven into the ground. He attached a similar chain to the ring in her cunt and secured it to ground also. Now Susan was essentially immobilized on all fours with her arse and cunt aimed toward the front of the tent. If she tried to move, the chains pulled at her tits and cunt. In spite of, or maybe because of, her predicament, Susan. Inside was a letter offering a job that would pay a significant income but would require a year of service. All other details would be kept confidential absent a screening test. An address was provided with instructions to go the next day at a specific time.Desperate, Michael arrived. It was an obscure office building. Michael walked into the building which seemed empty and was met with a single secretarial desk containing an extremely gorgeous redhead wearing a classy red cocktail dress. When. It makes me uncomfortable.” “Really? Okay, I won’t stare. You look very pretty in that dress, by the way. Very sexy, actually.” I feel my cheeks turning as red as my dress. “Thank you,” I stammer. It’s been two days since Penelope, the model Matt had a brief liaison with, left for Paris, and I’ve been thinking a lot about what Matt said that day. I don’t like the fact that he has brief sexual encounters with women. I think he has a problem with intimacy, I mean, what else could it be? But what.