" Not at all, " Alana said. She stirred some more and upon opening her eyes noticed that she was locked into a box. "Why am I lying in the sawing a gi...l in half box? And for some reason, I feel very strange." She turned her head to the side and saw Steve and Mike standing there. "What are you doing here?" Why it's simple really. I'm gaining some revenge and helping a friend at the same time. Remember my science fair project? Well, it implants thoughts into a person's subconscious and activates. It was theirhallmark. It was what drew the clients to the Club in the first placeand why they'd pay to get to that Platinum level so that they couldpossess a Pussy Girl for their own. At an hour or two at a time.Fran had been at the Pussy Galore Club long enough to see theprogression. There were always several Pussy Boys in the process ofbecoming Pussy Girls. Just as she did. There in the dressing room shesaw the range each night she was at work. Pretty and passable as theywere, the new. We laughed about it and began riding faster in front of J telling him I was starting to freeze my ass off. I turned over my shoulder to see J staring at my ass and then look up laughing again. So we got back to the house and went to his room where we'd be camped out for the night watching our usual stack of vhs pornos we had collected. I asked J if he had any underwear I could borrow as mine were soaked. As I peeled my sweat pants off and knelt down to take off my socks, I noticed J looking at. I knew that would hold me for a few hours but what then. Sometime I can hold out with Blackie until my husband got home, but I knew right away that this wasn't going to be one of those days. I hated to do it but I got my little black book out and I started to thumb through it to find a likely partner for the afternoon. Ben was the first name that I came across but when I phoned him all I got was his answer machine. Next name was Chris and I had his work number so he answered straight.