Three women stood behind the desk, each wrapped in white robes. A black haired woman clicked her tongue and waved a hand at me, “Listen sweetheart, ...on’t waste either of our time. I don’t care what your master ordered you to do. We’re not a whorehouse and we don’t take slave labor.”“What?” I was taken aback by her frankness.“I said, show me that sweet ass as it goes back out that door. We don’t use slaves. Period.”Gritting my teeth, I took a breath, “I’m not a slave. My name is Nikav. I work in. ??I can’t do something like that in public,? she screamed. ?Everyone’s going to know me at the party.??Yup. And you’re going to look and act like a hooker because if one person, just one person, asks you what your costume is supposed to be, then you’ll have failed and you’re going to be stuck right back up on your high horse for the rest of the night.?She dangled quietly across the wedge for a minute, thinking about what it would be like to dress like a whore in front of all her friends and. During one of those mild depressions in her senior year she met Frank, a mediocre student of the public school that was a few blocks from hers. While Susan was a senior at 18, Frank was still a freshman and he was already 20. Frank was a red neck in the ignorant and prejudiced meaning. The first time he talked to Susan she was exiting the door of her school and he impolitely asked her if she did the cleaning there. Susan was outraged, she said, ?You see a Latina and you thing we are all. I walked out of the stall and headed toward the sink. I jumped, clearly startled, when I saw that there was another guy in the bathroom stall. Maybe there had been two of them, or maybe he’d just wanted me to think he’d left. I didn’t know, but I was pretty nervous. I just said, “hi” and kept going to the sink. I started to wash my hands and suddenly he pressed himself against me from behind. He pushed me against the sink and I could feel his hard cock against my ass. I panicked and slid away.