"For the Faire. It opens at 10, right?" Yes, yes, of course. 9:15 would be perfect." Her relief was almost palpable. And yet... there seemed to be a l...ttle disappointment as well. Hmmm.I gave a cheery wave as the door opened. "Good night!" Good night. And thank you." She gave a little half smile. Yes!And I turned and made my way to my car and then home.A Renaissance Faire. That's what we were going to. Something I knew absolutely, positively nothing about. Oh, I'd heard of them, and a couple of. The first guy was ready to grab me so I tried to dodge him at speed but he moved like a blur a look of amusement on his face tagging me before I got one step past him. I went back to the start point and tried again with the same result. He was laughing at me openly now which wasn't very nice. I examined the entrance and this time decided to try a more circuitous route I climbed the side of the structure and then along the top of the highest platform of his area, his smile turned to a frown as. The rest of the guys scrambled for their wallets, and ones and fives were waving in the air. Sherry pulled her boots off and slowly peeled her jeans off to reveal a dark blue, lacy thong. She went from man to man as she danced, grinded, and was heavily groped by all the men. They were all drunk and horny and taking advantage of having a hot girl dancing for them and allowing them to grope her. Someone held up a twenty, and she went over to him, turned around, and bent over, pulling her thong. After all, it was her fault Debbie was even here. Jess could feel the tears start to trickle down her own cheeks.Without realising she’d done it, Jess shouted, “Stop! Please stop! Don’t hurt my friend any more. Please! You can hit me… please hit me instead… but please stop hurting Debbie!”To her amazement, Sally stopped. Although some part of her believed that Sally might listen to her plea, she was still shocked when it happened.“Well, well,” said Sally, walking around to face Jess. “That’s.