I think I was becoming a voyeur.As usual, I pulled into my driveway around 5:00 pm. I took a shower before the three of us sat down and had dinner. ...oris asked how my trip went. I told her it seems longer every time and I couldn’t wait to relax and chill out in my man cave later. We talked about the events at home during my absence while on the road. Karen didn’t have much to say other than she made the zucchini and hoped I enjoyed it. After we finished dinner, Doris told me to go relax.. "Three thousand. My final offer. I have to have this wrapped up by the end of the summer and then I have a paper to present." “Paper? What fucking paper? Look, this is…four thousand, ten days, and it’s a deal but I want guarantees and ground rules. The first of which is that I am not a whore. I’m an exotic dancer.” “I think we’ve established what you are. Now we’re simply negotiating price.” There was that superior tone she’d used in the private room. It rankled Bree no end and set her teeth on. My day came one a Saturday night. I heard and felt a boom next door. My heart skipped a beat and was racing while I tried to think what it could have been. I got up and slowly opened the front door to my apartment. No one was in the hallway, so I stepped out and went over to Brad, the snotty homophobe's, apartment. His door was wide open and the only light that was on came from the kitchen. I walked in and surveyed the dump. The dining room table was tipped over with Brad laying on the floor. I heard Him chuckle at my frustration while His fingers spread and passed around my mound without touching it. I whimpered again, begging for the touch I so desperately craved. That's when His palm landed hard on my ass.“Unnnh," I screamed through my gag as a second hard swat landed on my exposed pussy. I gasped and squirmed and might have rolled away had my ankles not been so tightly secured. I was shocked and didn’t know what I’d done to provoke Him. I began to curl up when His commanding.