You know why I strip? I literally have to. For my son. Keisha twerks her ho ass on the internet, comes to the strip club, and gets treated as a commod...ty? I’m sorry, what? I had to bust my ass there. And you know it ain’t easy being a stripper,” Daisy said. I turned my head to her, looking at her.“What does it take then?”She took a deep breath.“It takes confidence in yourself to be a stripper. While you’re onstage you have to believe that you are the sexiest thing alive. Tease them. But not. ‘Beep.’ This time, the crop came down on the very base of Theo’s (and everyone else’s) penis, catching a little bit of stomach as well as his shaft. Theo was not sure how he could stand 30 more of this. Alexa was having fun. The mouse arrow was hovering over the very tip of the penis diagram on the computer in front of her. “Not yet”, whispered Mr. Barton to her, conspiratorially. So she clicked on the area immediately underneath the glans. ‘Beep.’ ‘Swish, thud.’ Five screams, more screams,. The fight to remain in place and control my rebelling stomach grew more intense. But I knew they wanted me to pull away. They were hoping that I would do something, anything to give them another excuse to punish Mac, thereby cowing me further. It was all about power and asserting control. Well, that and breaking me.It wasn't that hurting an unconscious man was something that they enjoyed that much. They were just reinforcing their hold over me. They were close to winning the battle. I was. By the time she finished the story, she was sobbing again, and tears were cascading down her cheeks. I watched her cry and felt terrible. I felt a powerful urge to hold her and make the bad feelings go away. I pulled to the side of the road, stopped the car, turned to her, and put my hand on her shoulder. ‘Hey, now,’ I said softly. ‘Things will be all right. They really will.’ ‘Oh God!’ she sobbed. ‘I feel so awful!’ I slid across the seat to be nearer her and put my arm around her. I was.