The men were also looking glamorous, some clad in leather, some dashing in tuxedos, and some completely bare-chested. There was definitely an air of ...exual anticipation. Beginning to feel nervous again, I went off in search of safety.I noticed some rooms were leading off the main ballroom, so I went to look for a safe haven. The sign above the first room simply read ‘The Lounge.’ I entered tentatively to find a half-empty room of friendly people chatting and flirting. Hovering by a chair. Look, I’m going to be a hundred percent honest with you. I’m not sorry for what I said, but I’m sorry for how I said it. Like, I was harsh, but there was nothing I said there that was untrue or anything.”My look at her turned more incredulous and yet darker. Even like this, she was still trying to maintain the upper hand. Hell, if Cam wanted her, I almost felt sorry for the guy. “Ophelia… you told me that all I wanted from you from the beginning was ‘sexual favors,’ and that I became ‘entitled’. Plus I can cop a few feels every now and then. Yes this job is great. Sure you have the occasional screamers, and the threat of debearding, but the pay is decent enough. However, I didn't realize I'd hit the jackpot this year.The day was going as usual. I got requests for ponies and dolls and video games way too mature for the asker. Then Cindy came and sat on my lap. I knew her name because she's my neighbor. Her mother works odd hours so we rarely talk. I've never seen her dad. Cindy was. She charged him letting go punches in stomach against the padded head protector, his arms, chest, and chin. How many you couldn't count fast enough to know.At one point, he tried to turn and run but she grabbed his arm and yanked him back toward her. Amy pummelled his face. When woke up he saw the teacher looking down at him. Shaking his head he turned and marched away, "dismissed, get back to your homerooms." So gay, you're going to be taken it up the butt your whole life," Amy told him. This.