I got paid and men got to fuck me. But they called me an actress and I was supposed to be part of a "show". My partners, however, were paying for th... privilege to "perform" with me. It was a private club and once inside the closed doors we dropped all the euphemisms. I was simply a sex toy and the men, my masters. We didn't use condoms but everyone had to get tested for VD once a week and every time after sex with an outsider. That second part applied mostly to the guys. The girls like. He had pulled her close and hadn’t let her talk for another hour before she finally took the hint and shut up about the matter. Harley stroked her hair now and she nestled closer to him. She didn’t feel well, if from the photos or just the knowledge of what was happening around her, she wasn’t sure. She kept trying to wonder why this had all happened. What had sent Waylon over the edge and how could he do this to his family? Wrapping her arm around Harley’s chest, she wished she could get warm.. I hadn’t actually met her in the two months since I’d moved in. We’d just passed in the hall.One Thursday I arrived home just as she did with groceries so I helped her carry them. She offered me a glass of wine and seemed to want to chat. I didn’t have anything else going on so why not?We did the usual get acquainted chit-chat for a while. We were across a table and she was pretty touchy-feely, putting her hand on mine several times. I didn’t mind since I had no girlfriend and didn’t get nice. And in a way, it felt good to strike out at someone for once. Whenthe call for dinner came, Mark ignored it and remained on his bed.Eventually, he fell asleep, exhausted.The next day, Mark woke in a feeling a little better, but he was stillin a dark mood. Still wearing the clothes from the night before, Markstepped into the bathroom and glanced in the mirror. He stared inshock at his reflection. Even with the extra clothes, the bindingaround his chest, and the short haircut, he looked like.