As usual, the vast majority of the girls who had been here since early evening were 18-25, tight fitting, short dresses and high heels, drinking as fa...t as humanly possible and giggling at the ques of blokes that lined up to get an early score. I had less than no interest in this crowd, I could appreciate the attractiveness of the girls for sure, but knew there was far more to sex appeal than a tight figure and short dress. As usual it was 9pm before any of the women I would be interested in. Hammer-boy, sorry—Leon—looked over at the director for when he should apply the final moments of his sperm’s life. This meant he looked right at the camera, because the shooter also happened to be Rod the director. It was a low-budget scraper—just scraping by—so that wasn’t unusual. Looking at the camera though…well, I always cringed at that. In most of the film industry that would have been a no-no: you simply don't look at the camera or the man holding it. I’ve been on multi-million dollar. " It took all Hartwell could do not to growl at her answer. It took even more effort, not to try and correct the female. With a pleading look to his sister he watched the both of them as they made their way to the med bay.Within minutes all of the unconscious females were in the med bay, all three of the recon team reporting to Hartwell.Turning in his chair as soon as they were there, he regarded them for a moment. Looking at first Shiloh, Grant then finally Randall, with a small shake of his. He just sat there looking at me and said that "for an ugly ass white whore, you'll do fine." Then he walked over to me, and grabbed a handfull of my pussy hair. He told me that I had 30 minutes to get upstairs, clean my "slutty ass" up and get my pussy shaved. He told me that if he felt as much as a nub on my cunt, he would burn it off with a blow torch. He spit on my face, slapped my cunt, turned away and said time starts now, and left the room. Over the years I have become quite adept at.