Soon we were heading for the room. I kicked off my shoes, and then sat on the bed. George used the bathroom, and then stepped out wearing only boxer s...orts. His body was nice and I thought to myself, that I couldn’t allow myself to stop now. He sat on the bed behind me, and shivers ran down my spine. I felt my long hair pulled away and his lips found my neck. His breath was hot in my ear and a moan escaped my lips. George unbuttoned my shirt and his fingers found my nipples, gently rubbing. The girl didn’t wear a bra. Bully after bully would have their turn squeezing her nipples. In the beginning, the girl tried to fight, but she was scarred from her own culture, one that taught woman not to fight back. She was weak willed and just closed her eyes and accepted what was happening.Once 1-2 bullies showed the courage to do it without repercussions, horny bullies of all ages and all cliques (on that bus) felt empowered to squeeze her perky nipples and run back. This included: the dirt. The ping pong girl. She shot out ping pongs and the Dutch members of the group seemed keen in catching them. We soon found out why. They had to replace them for round two! It seemed audience participation was welcomed at this club.For round two we tried to catch them, but dam this girl certainly seemed to be able to aim them at who ever she wanted.After round two she left and in came act number two. A girl on girl and it was hot. Way better than and other we’d seen in the red light. After abit, we kind of laughed about it all and started tohave a really nice time.His name was John, he was a football player, and he wasan English major. He was very smart, very polite, andvery respectful. He was also very graceful – he and Idanced a few times. I kept thanking him and telling himthat he would be quite a catch for a single girl. Thatmade him laugh a bit, and he thanked me. “Seriously”,he said, “having everyone here see me dancing with sucha beautiful.