They wouldn't come here to this strip club only to witness me messing up again.I could tell Clint was angry. He had every right to be furious at me. I...was his queen. His first woman. And he still came. He still... wanted me. The men shouting at me, lusting after me, filled my pain, but it wouldn't last. The song would end. I would have to let another girl dance, slip backstage.Feel empty... I darted down the stage that thrust out into the crowd, a peninsula into a sea of hungry men. I jumped. Of all the members of the guard that she has seen, Akane stands out, not just for being their leader, but from how built she is and the scars that decorate her body. There is a tear on her left ear, a reminder of the reality of her position.As usual, Riko is up early before the sun has even risen, to go out to the training grounds. She sees Akane using a battered and beaten wooden dummy to train her sharp nails on. Swish after swish, her nails strike the dummy, cleaning, causing etchings to. He stands close to me. Too close. There’s that heat again. I feel his breath on my neck, as he grinds his hard-on against my hip and says, simply, “Bedroom.”I lead the way, acutely aware of my complete nakedness and the fact that his eyes are boring into me like a predator stalking its prey. To my shock, I find that I like it. As soon as we get to his bed though, I’m overcome with nervousness. What the hell do I do now? I’ve spent the past two weeks obsessively thinking about him going down on. Since that time Jamal has taken control of her pussy and she will do anything he wants as long as he fucks her. When she fucks his nigger cock she becomes so entranced she loses herself in the pleasure and it is all she can focus on. She continues to take multiple two hour trips a week to see him and get fucked by his nigger cock. She has even fucked a few of his friends because he asked her to do it. Be damned if I try to discourage her trips, question her actions, or feel her or Jamal’s.