She smiled at herself in the mirror for a minute, enjoying the new look. Then, there was a soft knock on the door. Kitty’s heels clicked as she walk...d over to it. She pulled the door open to reveal two younger men. They each looked about 25, and they were dressed in jeans and t-shirts.“Hey, are you Kitty?” the taller one asked.“Yes,” she said.“I’m Mike and this is Lucas.”“Come in,” Kitty said. The names matched what Sir had told her.The men followed her inside, and Kitty caught them ogling her. As she turned and looked, he nodded his head.As Anju took the glass to her mouth, she felt his hands grip her shoulders. This grip excited her a little and she gulped down the medicine at one go. At first nothing happened and when the liquid started accumulated in her bladder started churning her insides, she again felt the urgent desire to relieve. She was struggling hard to hold herself still. She interlocked her thighs stopping the gush, but it was intolerable. The moment she felt it was. Its a swinging club. Entering on the ground floor, you enter a lounge that looks much like a small bar. Except that some people are walking about, dressed only in towels. Newcomers are still dressed in street clothes, and some have paid the entry fee just to come in and gawk. Once past the front lounge, you enter a larger lounge, complete with a bar whos business is mostly fruit juices, water, and other light refreshments. Most people are still in their clothes, not having made it to the locker. The girl was in no shape for any more distress. She grabbed one of her limp hands gently, and Angela found herself clutching back again, but less tightly, as they turned and walked towards the exit together. The car ride home was silent. Angela didn?t seem in any mood to talk, and Monica left her alone. It wasn?t until she pulled into her neighborhood that Monica noticed the girl straighten up in her seat, the first sign of life out of her the entire trip. She smiled slightly to herself.