I was trying to portray a professional woman. I was aprofessional woman. I had the outfit. My make-up looked appropriate andnatural. My hair......Cons...dering where I was interviewing at, I'd spentages teasing my hair into a pleasing shape. I'd worked at home as mywife's secretary for long enough that I could pull that look off.When I entered the salon Heather, Jo and Tina all laughed.I stopped, dismayed."No, no," Heather said quickly, putting me at ease. "You look beautiful,Sweetie. But what. "She said she's going to bring a joint and her favorite Grateful Dead cassette, and you were going to make love all night."I was quiet for a few minutes. I was allowing that scene to play out. It was pleasant. Hm."You wanna fuck her," Becky said, "don't you." Well," I said, "I never really thought about it." Which was a lie. I fantasized about fucking all the pretty girls. I kinda like the Dead but I don't smoke pot very often. Amanda . . . "She's not a virgin."Becky shrugged.Now I hoped Amanda. Linda's face buried in thematters, all she could say was "Uh Huhh." The guy started slowly, but withinminutes, was pounding her hard, with his hands gripping her thighs forleverage, he would pull Linda's rear into him with every thrust and it feltso good to her that she began to try to thrust back at him all she could.The harder and faster he pumped her cunt, the deeper and faster he alsopumped his finger in her asshole, giving her an uncontrollable urge to havesomething more than a finger in. I heard loud clicking and out of the corner of my eye I saw a hazy black shadow tower above me. My mind wanted to say, 'who are you?' But all that came out was a few slurred noises. A hand ran its way along my body until it held my face, tilting it upwards. 'Don't worry sissy. We are nearly there; one injection to go.' With that, My left leg was lifted over my right and I felt a sharp sting in my butt cheek. When I awoke next, I could move, but my head was still hazy. I propped myself up on my.