” He stared at her through the mirror until he turned away, head down. “Yeah, Abs. I get it. You need to get on with your life. Don’t worry abo...t me. I can get through this alone.” He made his way slowly toward the door, his right crutch catching with the throw rug in the middle of the stark white bathroom. After a bit of a wobble, he continued slowly, head down, just tearing her up inside with guilt at the sorry picture he presented. Before she could stop herself, she darted in front of him.. Chest hair can be attractive for older guys, but you have a good body. A smooth chest and stomach will make your muscles pop. Bring out that six-pack.” I blushed because what I had could barely be considered a six-pack. I wanted one and worked abs three times a week but I couldn’t eat enough protein to match my growth. But still, I took a razor to my stomach the next day and it did look more defined.In this same way, over the next two weeks, Derek convinced me to buy myself some nicer shoes and. I left the house in a great mood and could feel my juices dripping down my legs.I arrived at the address James had written down to find that it was a seedy club. I walked in and found that it looked better on the inside than it did on the outside. It was a bar with light blue lighting and dark blue walls.As my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, I saw all sorts of sordid things going on. I saw a young girl of about twenty giving an older man a blowjob and saw in the corner a guy pounding. You think about it and nothing comes. Where have you seen him before? Try as you might, though, you can't place it."What happened? Where am I? Why am I tied up?", you ask."All in due time, babe. You'll learn.", he replies. "Now stop asking questions." Wa...", is all you are able to get out before his hand lashes out blindingly and pain blossoms in your cheek."I said, no questions. What part of that did you not understand?", he says."What...", is all you get out before his hands slaps you.