She initially apologized me for being rude. She asked me why I gave my number to her ( naughtily). I said just for friendship, she immediately said if...I wanted her friendship then I had to go to a place called Muttangi ( around 60 kms from my home) to meet her the same day. I was fully overwhelmed and immediately started to that place. I wanted to make this girl my bitch at any cost.I reached there after an hours drive and to the shock of my life I saw her in a beautiful lavender shade saree. I disregarded the garter, but put on the rest. Over it, Matt had chosen a maroon, crinkled, tunic length camisole and a short, flared denim skirt that barely covered my ass. It was part of an old hooker Halloween costume I’d worn, and I was going to look like a fool, but if it got Matt off my back, I’d wear it. Plus, I knew the guys would protect me. Finishing my hair and makeup, I spritzed on perfume and checked myself in the mirror one last time. I thought I looked trashy and out to get some,. I was a bit embarrassed, yet pleased in a way by her remark even though I’m not of Italian descent. I took it as some sort of compliment. The three of us went inside and then back to my bedroom where Sherry formally introduced me to her trainee whose name was Marilyn who spoke up saying, “Yes my name is Marilyn, but you may just call me “Mare” as most of my friends do. Once we arrived in my bedroom, Sherry said that Marilyn should disrobe and be nude with us in order for them to give me the. “Ready?” he said, I looked at him puzzled.I nervously nodded, and he grabbed my hand roughly and led me to another door.I scurried on my high heels, the guys at the bar, just turned and looked.One in particular, stared at me and at the small bulge appearing in the front of my skirt.I was red with embarrassment, as my hard on was growing.We went there that room and into the beer garden outside.It had some bikie gang graffiti on the walls.I attempted to say something but was slapped across the.