I told him that I was hoping to limit Ava's view of the large audience so that she might not get so nervous and they also might prevent her from seein... who was in the back rows. So he said that once dancer number four left the stage, he would turn them on.Right in the middle of when I was talking to the club manager a guy came up and interrupted us and asked the manager if there was a girl dancing by the name of Ava tonight. The manager just looked at me and did not know if he were to admit it. They looked at each other and grinned. Then I realised my shorts were down and went to pull them up. The blond k** stepped in and grabbed my shoulders and pushed me onto the toilet. The second k** who was Polynesian I guessed grabbed my legs and pulled my shorts off. I screamed at them to piss off. The first k** put a hand over my mouth and another around my neck and told me to be very quiet, or he would hurt me. I was shaking now and the tears started to flow.The k** then slapped me several. "Was Paul married?" A pair of lines appeared just above her nose and her eyes narrowed as her anger rose and her cheeks reddened. She inhaled and swallowed, grinding her teeth, feeling her heart racing. Urging restraint to herself, fearing her voice had become shrill, but she was ready for the kill."You do not believe that wives should love their husbands?" He blinked at her, unhappy with the direction of their conversation and impatient to either be at his courting rituals in this venue or at. "I ain't never had no white man. Massa here, he leave us alone mos'ly, wife's like a hawk, watches everything." Up to you," I said, turning her around in my hands so her back was to me and exploring her breasts and belly. She was firm all over."You want t'pay me for doin' it?" she asked as I drew her dress up to her hips and stroked her fuzzy mound."Nope," I said."Why not?" She turned and worked on my waist buttons. "I hear tell some do." Tain't right," I said, "makes you something you isn't.".