“Be careful though.” She knew that so drove an hour away to find a lounge with a better class of customers. She recognized the right place immedia...ely. The swarthy owner explained that all servers got recorded for minimum wage and the standard percentage for tips but any bonuses they got upstairs were off the books. The girls brought in lots of business and he’d like to do “quality control” once a week. Would she like to apply now? He wore a condom like all the customers would.She whored on. Nobody would even say hi to me, forget approaching me for help.“His name was Robby. Robby was one of those life of the party kind of kids. Unfortunately, kids up there get into drugs early. He was a major drug addict. He decided to get help and quit drugs altogether. He inspired some of his friends to clean up.“His drug dealer didn’t like that. Every time Robby went to school or into town, a group of goons would take him behind a dumpster or into a bathroom then kick the shit out of him. He was. So I was glad to be invited to swim with Tim at The Club.The Club was very exclusive. Not just an indoor and outdoor swimming pool, but tennis and squash courts, a running track, a curling rink and a bowling alley. There had been a time when my father had been accepted there, when he'd been working so hard to become one of them. His flame-out was so public, though, that my presence at The Club could only be as a tolerated guest.But, tolerated guest or not, Tim and I had a great afternoon in the. Kyle studied me a moment, then, as he had done with Vanessa, he pickedme up and placed his cock at the edge of my pussy. Panting hard, Iwillingly put my legs around his waist and waited."Enjoy this last orgasm, Trisha," he sniggered, pinching my nipple andmaking me wince. "Once you're my perma-bimbo, it might be a long timebefore I grant you another one."I closed my eyes in both terror and lust. Somehow this was the mostexciting and sickening moment of my life at the same time. I had.