Stan half slid to a stop right before her on the shiny grey tiles. “Geez lady, what the hell you doin’ in here?” The shroud slowly slid from ... dark mountain of long disheveled hair to reveal two large black eyes made prominent by her pale white complexion. “I thirst,” she mumbled with a barely audible voice.The fight or flight response kicked in even before Stan saw the two sharp points of her fangs protruding into her lower lip. His mouth became “death valley dry” as his mind fervently. The higher level members simply don't wastetheir time on the Boys. The Gold Members? Oh yeah, they'll slap andtickle anything that comes their way. But pretty soon they'll realizethat coping a feel of some guy in a dress just isn't the same as beingable to take a Pussy Girl upstairs. And part of your job, honey, evenas just a Pussy Boy is to remind 'em of that. If you want to haveenough cash as a Boy to keep going toward becoming a Pussy Girl then yougotta work the Members out there. Even. I tried to ignore the feeling, tried to focus on something in the room but their voices always distracted me. i couldn't focus on anything except my aching bottom. i shifted slightly from left to right but it cause more pain than relief and i moaned. i leaned forward slightly, then back, but it made no difference. Any movement only brought more pain. i closed my eyes and started breathing deeper, trying to shift into a different space, but someone pinched the clamp off of my left nipple and. I have only one thing left to do, one last button to press. With a click the pole slowly starts fucking up and down by four inches. I look deep into her eyes, window to what remains of her soul, I’ve broken her. All she can do now is beg, eyes wide she begging with them, begging me to let her down of the fucking pole that’s wounding her, begging me to let her go, and begging me to untie her now worthless body and take her somewhere soft and dark for a fuck. Not that I ever give in to a begging.