"Bloody mug!" John told him, "y'know, all them websites are ripoffs... owned by the Mafia... true!" He drained his glass and looked at Laurie question...ngly."Another handle for John," Laurie called across the bar to Ernie."Them sheilas are not real... models, all of them. They hook you in, see and them Mafia agents ask you for money or get your credit card number. I read all about it." Yeah?" Yeah. You get an Email asking you to send money for the airfare. When you do you never see the sheila. " "You looked like you did," she said. She fingered a strand of my red hair and said, "You should get back downstairs. Your public is waiting." "Fuck them," I said. "I want to stay here with you." "Now, now," she scolded. "There will be plenty of time for that. Right now, you need to go back downstairs and give them what the hero they want." "I'm not a hero," I said, "I just swim faster than most people." "Don't contradict your Governor," she said. "It's not polite. Besides, you are a hero.. When you are hungry, I feed you the cum in condoms of a hundred men, I abuse everyday like you, with the difference that they wear a condom instead of a chastity device. I use them for my pleasure, but as they all have an orgasm once they are in my pussy, I need hundreds of them to pleasure me. Every single man wants to serve my pussy, and I exploit all of them. You are one of them. When I'm horny and you are the only one in my surrounding, I will put a strapon right there where your dick is. "Please, join me, Amanda. It really is quite nice."Amanda stepped up to the side of the pool, feeling the steam warm and wet against her skin. She dropped to a knee and tentatively tested the water with her hand. It was just pleasantly warm, and decidedly cooler than the tropical heat of the day. As she splashed the water with her hand, a few small suds appeared, but were dissipated by the churning water soon after she extracted her hand.Amanda hesitated just a moment longer, feeling oddly.