"Follow me," he said—no, commanded, taking me by the hand. I promptly rose, my heels clicking, and let him lead me toward the Red Room. I was turned...on. Beyond turned on. I wondered if Velia had sent him over, and if she'd told him that dominant men got me hotter than a heatwave in July. If such was the case, I was buying her dinner for a week. The Red Room was just like the name implied. It was a large room furnished with comfortable red leather sofas and ottomans, illuminated by red. Tonight she was wearing her usual pair of black-knit slacks and a tailored red blouse. I asked her if she’d care for a glass of champagne and she nodded. Then she asked me what the special occasion was. I explained to her that I had just had a pretty good night tip-wise myself and had just grabbed a bottle as I was stopping at the market for some smokes.She grinned as I handed her the glass and asked me how much. I declined to tell her the true figure because she would automatically assume. They had to do something to outshine the lads. It was so horny though, the grainy cell-phone video of their 3 boyfriends all having rough sex with a randomly chosen woman. She didn't look like a hooker and she really didn't look like she had agreed to it.So Jackie, Ciara and Kylie had jumped the bus into town looking for a pissed up girl that they in turn could abuse. They had to go one better than the lads. They were going to outdo their gang rape video with one of their own, but this one. "Thank you for being so patient with me." Well done you for picking it up so quickly. I loved dancing with you. My last partner when I was competing was brilliant but he was such a berk that I never really enjoyed dancing with him." I didn't know you had danced in competitions. Tell me more."Becca started with Steven's introducing her to dancing, the classes and then the competitions with Tom. She glossed over Blackpool."Where were you placed at Blackpool even if it was with a berk?" Second.".