"So what? Names aren't going to hurt me, and you can't stop me." Oh, yeah?" Norman said, stepping forward with a threatening gesture.Hill's eyes glowe... in the growing twilight, as he saw the fiery tempered Marcie pick up a pitch fork and aim it at the boys.They scattered fast, including Norman. No one would ever put anything past the irrepressible Marcie."Well, why won't you go out with us?" Paul asked."Because you're stupid little boys, and you don't appreciate us women!" Marcie said, looking. "Full nudity, bitches," Ed announced. "Come on, let's go get a table," Kyle said, keen to get out of earshot of the security before Ed got them bounced right back out the door. They sat down around a small table with four armchairs and within thirty seconds Ed was waving a twenty at a tall, skinny redheaded dancer with underwear the same colour as her hair. "You looking for a dance, sugar?" she asked, her accent betraying her East-european origins. "You better fucking believe it, baby," Ed. I strike both of my thighs five times each before deciding to try striking somewhere else and I slap across my breasts hitting both nipples at the same time. The belt striking across both of my sore and stinging nipples at the same time is such blissful agony and before I know it an orgasm hits me like a train and I’m left lying on my bed shaking and sweating as I imagine that it was Alex who inflicted such pains and pleasure on me, the thoughts bring a drowsy blissful smile to my face.I lie. Hands around me. Body against me. Oh. What was that? Oh god. I felt his hardness against my thigh. It felt enormous. And oh-so-hard. More kissing. More feeling. His hands across the hard cage encasing my clit. And little giggles and smirks. Pushed to my knees, my head resting against his crotch, my face feeling his huge hardness. "Suck me, bitch," were the first harsh words I had heard. Shocking me. Surprising me. I fumbled with his zipper and buttons. "Hurry up," he ordered. Finally, I managed.