Chapter 4I had an idea.Maybe the guys didn't remember me because they were with me when thiscraziness started happening, but maybe it was all isolated...to BobbyJoe's. Only one way to find out; call my office.I reached into the pocket on the front of my apron. I hadn't even thoughtof what was in there. My hand rattled some loose change (tips I had beengiven that day, no doubt), my notepad, a couple of pens, and- Ah, thereit is; my phone.I pulled it out. I always had the most up to date. I think she's known since you first danced for her." Really??" Yeah. And so, when I was helping out with the scenery, remember? She pulled me aside and told me. I think she could tell I was getting ... uh... 'attached' and wanted to warn me before my heart got broken, or yours. She said you had enough to deal with already." I feel just terrible!" Why?" Because! I should have had the guts to tell you when we first met. I almost did, so many times! But..." But what?" ... I was too afraid. I...". Now I will have to punish you!" she reaches down to undo my leg restraints and I catch a lance of her voluptuous cleavage, and I see that her nipples are hard. She straightens up and sees me looking, commenting that now she will have to punish me even worse... She undoes my wrists and pushes me roughly to the ground, and a blindfold is tied around my head then I feel a ball gag put into my mouth, and her voice whispers, deadly soft in my ear: "this will stay there until you learn..." So now I. “Well, I guess you are ready for me then hey?” he smirks again. I nod my head enthusiastically. “Oh god yes! Please, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me!” I moan. “Now that’s what I like to hear,” he winks. “Okay, now to the bedroom my little slut. And keep the vibrator in … for now.” I whimper eagerly and do as I am told, peeling myself from the soaked chair. Jon makes me walk in front of him and slaps me on the ass a few times playfully. Each time his hand comes into contact with my plump.