"Um, won't I need to be trained?" I asked. "Don't we need to talk about money?" Look sister," he began. "This ain't that kind of massage parlor. All t...e guys want here is some chick rubbing on 'em. You'll learn. And we pay what we pay. There are ways to make more ... a lot more actually but you may have to work yourself up to that. When can you start?" Well, tomorrow would be good," I said."We open at noon," he said. "Be here a little early." I went back to our apartment and made dinner. I. " No, you can't, let's go to bed."We got into the bedroom, and Jan came up to me and turned around."Would you mind unzipping me?" No, not at all"I slowly unzipped her dress, and it slid to the floor. She was just standing there in her bra, panties, and heels. I reached around her from behind and held her close to me pushing my crotch into her ass cheeks."Jan, you feel so good! It's so good to see you again."Jan turned around and kissed me and said, "I'm going to get into bed now, why don't. The catch was that he was given an injection when the time starts. The drug would give him a painfully erect penis, adrenaline fueled stamina, and made him a slave to his own passions. He could not plan, could not restrain himself. The drug made him a beast. Anne was absolutely addicted to being abused, ravaged, and completely at the mercy of an animal she knew had no mercy. She had played this game 9 times already and each time it was her would be executioner who spilled his life into her. Historical side point— the term ‘Fonzie dance’ was slang used by EN students back in the day for the kind of dancing you saw The Fonz doing on the old Happy Days sitcom. Basically it was just a slightly swaying hug no matter how fast or slow the music was playing. Not really a dance, I know, but it was the only kind of dance I was even remotely interested in back then. Fourth paragraph. ‘I’ll be wearing a blue denim jumpsuit with a gold macramé belt and a yellow plastic flower in my hair above.