Appearance was everything. She wanted to make sure that the crowd she was to perform for would be completely accepting and approving of her. In turn, ...er own pleasure would be fulfilled. She opened the door to her escorts, two women taking her by the hand and bringing her to entrance to the room behind a red silk curtain.They helped her prepare, making sure she looked absolutely perfect and then stepped back with a smile. Neither of them spoke a word.The Oriental woman stepped out from behind. KK spoke, "Hey gals, this is my friend RR, he is new here, be nice to him." The other girls told me their names, Maureen and Elizabeth. "But call them Mo and Lib," KK said. I smiled, "You guys are big on nicknames, aren't you?" They laughed and agreed. "What is your real name, RR?" Lib asked. Once again before I could answer, KK said, "His name is David Richland, but I tagged him RR, Richie Rich, like in the funnies." I looked harshly at KK, "Does anyone other than you get to speak?" Everyone. I felt a hand on my ass, stroking gently, then another hand on the other cheek, roughly parting my globes to get better access."Whoa, this bitch is already wet" I heard a voice say and was disgusted to realise he was right.A finger traced along my slit, finding the source of that moisture and pressing its way in."Hmmm, not as tight as other girls we've had, but I guess that means she won't scream so loud when we ram our monsters in there huh" The manager then laughed, a throaty evil laugh which. Nothing was different. Nothing had changed. I was simply sick of waking up and finding myself stuck in this tired life.I drug myself out of bed and got dressed, wondering all the while about how to spend my last day. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the.