You may even have enjoyed a good show or two where dancers pretended to be slaves of the machines in their own burlesque way. But none of your researc... prepared you for actually encountering one in person, however momentary.You can't imagine what she sees through that helmet of hers, or what the computers at the poles allow her to see and hear. Her toned legs stalk forward like those of a greyhound, her laminated body sliding glossily between the real objects of the world you live in. A suit. It was actually possible to talk to eachother, quite the necessity for a fetish club. The chairs and couches in the alcoves were done in red velvet, and the walls dark, almost black beams running over them. The whole place was stylish, exclusive and most of all, stagnant. Being as exclusive as Dark Candy was, everyone knew everyone, which really took the tension out of the scene. However, I kept coming back every weekend, and sometimes during the weekdays as well, as was now the case.A dreary,. Tech in a college near Vijayawada and I have lots of friends in the college during the starter days of my experience as a fresher to the college, I am very much scared just because of our college atmosphere that I have listened from one of my friends ragging and making the students to be addicted to drugs is the most bad atmosphere of that college. That’s why I am totally scared when I found that information passed by friend is totally true in the first year of my college I have been ragged by. ”“Get used to it kid,” growled Boris, “this place was made to deal with ragheads. See how we deal with smart mouths too.”“Boris,” Xenia finally appeared from round the side of the jeep. She didn’t sound surprised, or even disappointed; just limiting. Boris let go of Mo and Grace helped him up and put her arm round him. He stood there, dazed.She looked around. On the right were some cabins, in two rows. Wooden, and shabby. In front of her was a larger building, also single story, wooden, and.