More than once that year I had been suspended for fighting, talking back, and parking in faculty spaces. My dad was getting fed up and running out of ...ays to punish me. One day after being sent home for texting during class, I found my dad home early from work. I walked in just as he was getting off the phone. He gave me the worst stare of death I had ever seen from him. I took off my sweatshirt to reveal my low cut tank top tucked into my high waisted jean shorts, my ass peeking out the bottom. The theater entrance consisted of a blackout curtain, a small vestibule then another blackout curtain. The theater itself was nothing more than a large TV mounted on the wall over the door to a storage room at the back of the store. Only gay porn was ever shown on the screen. Two rows of chairs at the back and a few arcade booths on each side held about ten other guys. Since anyone entering the theater come in right under the screen, all eyes were on you as you entered. But your own eyes were. Then she went away.I was expecting Hamsa to come but a little later Sowmya came with a cup of vegetable pudding and gave it to me. I was disappointed that Hamsa did not come. I thanked Sowmya and said "where is your Chithi?". She replied "Chithi is busy in kitchen — do you need anything?". I said "no — she makes very nice dishes — I wanted to thank her — you convey it to her". Then Sowmya went away.By about 9 PM I finished my food and I was watching TV. The doorbell rang and on opening door I. I didn’t really know where to start so I just let it all come spilling out. “Well, I didn’t know until I got here but Frank didn’t want me to be his assistant tonight, he wanted me to be his model. And it’s for a clothing shop that sells underwear and stuff and it’s just me and Frank and another male model is on his way and I’ve been posing for him and we’re locked out of the backroom so I’ve been changing behind the clothes and frank has been putting me in poses and touching me and now he.