." Auntie Candy held up a commanding hand, stopping him in his tracks. "We can discuss my fee after I'm done," she said firmly. "I operate on a, shall...we say, sliding scale. You pay for results, not promises." A darkly satisfied smile flashed across those perfect crimson red lips, then vanished. "I dare say, though, that I've never had an unsatisfied client, nor one that felt I'd overcharged." "Results, not promises," Derek repeated."Yes." Her face became all business again. "So, please turn in. "Wouldn't mind teaching you a lesson."Erica stuck out her tongue impishly and we got to it.Table tennis is a totally different game when the stakes are high, especially when you've got a throbbing hard-on from imagining spanking the girl next door with her panties around her ankles. I had to admit I wasn't all that keen on taking my pants down down for Erica, because humiliation aside, I was sure she'd be merciless whacking my ass.The pressure was clearly affecting Erica as well. It was 17 all. But now, I had to dress like a lady.The first thing I discovered was that the buttons were all on the wrong side. This just proved to be awkward and I felt like a klutz. The slacks were a lot easier although a bit harder getting up over my hips. They also had zippers on the right hand side. Weird.Dresses turned out to be my favorites as I could just raise my arms and they would fall down around me. It only took a few minutes to figure out how to do up the zipper at the back. Skirts weren't too. She sometimes imagined... stale cum... depressed her beyond words.To begin with it hadn't been so bad. In fact, the first time she went there in answer to the ad for girls with acting experience the atmosphere of corruption and decadence, even evil, which pervaded the office and the enormous loft upstairs where most of the films were shot had perversely excited her. She had had it up to here with the neat orderly life at home in Maryland, her constantly complaining father and her sister June's.