.. they have reached a doorway which must be theirs, as he guides her to stand in front of it, inserts the key card. The lock disengages with a loud c...ick, he opens the door, and turns to take her hand and lead her inside.The entryway opens onto a large room, thickly carpeted in a shade of deep rose; a delicately carved tiger maple dresser holds a television and VCR; a matching armoire; a small, low table set into the far left corner upon which sat a large zippered case; two very comfortable. The image of Zoe, barely clothed in front of a camera, and the thought of hundreds of men rubbing their cocks over her pictures would not leave my mind. I happened to be leaning over the washing machine to reach into the cupboard… it was during the spin cycle… the top of my legs pressed against the vibration, and within seconds a pleasant tingle became a shock wave that blasted through my body as I involuntarily pressed my pubic bone against the washing machine. I was gripping the work top and. I was with several other girls, just listening to themusic. Only a very few couples were dancing, most of the boys on one side,the girls on the other. It was a prime example of a meat market in action.I saw him coming, we all did. The question was, who was he going to pick?He walked like he owned the place. Tall, he had short brown hair; hisuniform perfectly pressed with the buttons shiny, glinting in the light. Iwatched him as he walked across the room, unaware that my heart wasbeating faster. Almost like white but just this tiny tinge of lavender.He was like a puppy dog. No, more like a puppet. Like I had full control of him. Like he would do anything I said. I had him about three feet in front of me and right at the level of my knees. He was practically panting. I just barely barely barely moved my left knee. Not enough to show anything but it was like his insides jumped just from that. “Okay, watch.”He wasn’t the only one having trouble breathing lol. So, I spread about.