I had plenty of women clothes, heels and lingerie for her to perform in. I just needed a girl I could enjoy for the night. I know a few girls who woul... come over and give me a very nice show. But I wanted someone new. I wanted a element of surprise.I went to my office to use my computer. I decided to search for my private dancer. I put in my requirements in the search line. (Amateur, Curvy, Voluptuous, Fun, First time, stripper/dancer) A few seconds later it kicked out a few names. My hands got. My hand was on the table, tapping with happiness, i was loving it, then he touched it, stroked my finger with his big manly hands. I felt his smooth leather shoe stroke my black stockings. It tickled me, excited me, I dropped my fork. She was a vision from out of a dream of intoxicating proportion. I knew I wanted to be near her from the first time I saw her and now that I had my chance I was in heaven. Her eyes glowed with gentle warmth as I took her hands in mine… they felt unbelievably soft. The next three months passed slowly and painfully.They passed slowly because each and every day was a nightmare ofparanoia and indecision for Bryan. He knew that these people - whoeverthey were - had something in mind for him. He just didn't know what. Hedid have something to go on, though - he had a name for their group.He'd found it when he'd woken up. The room was empty save for the mostbasic of fittings. He awoke lying on the carpet, naked. The bed wasgone, the dressing screen, the mirror -. Simple gold earrings and nothing more, soft red lipstick, and a bit of perfume. I gathered up my things and put them in my only purse, opened the door, and set out for the college. I half expected them to question my credentials, but the lone girl at the desk was harried in the crush of new students, and without the slightest question, I was entered into the rolls as Janet Lynn Grant, female, Freshman, class of 98. My picture was taken and all at once I had my first legal identification that.