He carried on a normal conversation with the others as I parted my legs a little and his finger found my knicks and he began rubbing my mound. I breat...ed in deeply and the hostess asked if I was ok? I said I was just needed to pause for enjoyment and put my fork down for effect. I could feel my pussy becoming wetter and wetter with the light touch of his fingers. As the plates were cleared I excused myself saying I needed a little air, I know my hostess believes it is best to pause before. I drove us to a building in the red-light district in town. James was obviously confused. I stopped the car in front of fancy strip club. He looked over. "Don't tell me you... , " he started. I grinned and answered: "Yes, James, I used to work here. Not for very long at all though." He shook his head and got out of the car to come over and open mine. I heard a few admiring whistles and even more nasty comments. I was tough and this didn't bother me. The bouncer looked at me and recognized my. Marcus was certainly popular amongst the pleasure-slaves, something I had not counted on. I guess they all wanted to try out a very young man. Perhaps they were guessing by his age, that maybe he was a virgin, and wanted to be the first to bed him.Marcus was certainly having fun; he started waving back, perhaps at certain ladies that had caught his eye. Raquel took his arm in hers.“Anyone in particular you like there, Marcus?” Raquel asked him, but looking back and grinning at me.“Oh well, er,. Little did I know she was a psycho and probably a compulsive liar. She then started to spread fake rumors about me in her school, such as how I don't shave my pubes (which I do) and that I have a small dick (untrue). She claimed I tried fucking her and that she denied me or something like that. This put me into a deep depression, as there was nothing I could do about this and I realized how hard it was gonna be to prove everyone this was wrong. Otherwise life was fine, as I had a successful.