She stopped, and swayed as the import of what they were leaving behind them hit her hard.“I don’t know where we are,” she moaned.“This way,”...he said, reaching for her wrist. He let go almost instantly. “Your blouse,” he said, haltingly.“I think I’m going to lose it,” she gasped. “I might throw up.”“Not yet,” he said. He suddenly sounded decisive, somehow. “We’re just down the road from the opera house. Keep it together until we get back to our motel. But you have to fix your blouse first.”She. As he began refilling it he added, "All you have to do is ask."It seemed like this was more of a question than a statement and an odd air of anticipation hung over the room."Uh, yes, Sir," I stammered. "I'd like your help."Mr. Beechem handed me my wineglass. He smiled at me as he sat down. "I'm glad to hear it. Will you give yourself over to my guidance?" This seemed like an innocent question but the way that Mr. Beechem asked it, there seemed to be much more to it."Y-yes, Sir," I said, taking. Some of the girls who had been on the circuit for a long longer than normal were jealous of her ability to muster a circle of followers and they began to spread rumors about her behind her back and play dirty tricks on her in the dressing room. She knew the atmosphere had changed because of the attitude of some of the older girls but no matter how much she tried to be friendly they still persisted in making trouble for her. Eventually, she just moved from that club to another one that was on. She took off at a run, following her sibling back toward the barn. I'm sure we weren't going as fast as Rob and Winter, because they made it back well ahead of us, but it was plenty fast enough! It was kind of exhilarating, really, being one with this powerful animal.In fact, with my legs locked around Summer's warm body and leaning forward as I was, the rush and the bouncing combined to give me an embarrassingly powerful hard-on by the time we got back to the barn! Rob noticed, because he gave.