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Soon, Franny had her in front of a stunning-looking, middle-aged woman of indeterminate age who greeted her like a friend and a sister all rolled up in a person Megan would never trust – no way, no how. Her youthful appearance both in her style of lowcut dress and loads of thickly applied makeup was belied by the wrinkles on her neck and hands.

Once Lydia went through her spiel of pretending to give a shit about Megan’s situation, Megan showed the woman the picture of Lucia. “She’s my stepsister and the bitch promised to meet me at the bus station. Except she never showed. Do you recognize her? She probably arrived in town yesterday.”

“Nope. She never came here. And many of the young girls who come to Las Vegas need help. I get to meet a lot of them and she isn’t one. But some of the others might have come across her while on the streets. You can ask around. In the meantime, we’re short on girls and I need both of you to hang out with the customers. Franny knows the ropes and she can show you.” Lydia turned to Franny. “Give her a pick-me-up to help her relax, then show her your room. She can bunk with you girls… oh, and get her a uniform.”

“So soon?”

“Yeah. I need everyone out there. The Harley Davidson convention is in town, and we have to keep the boys happy. Don’t argue, just do as you’re told. Megan can serve drinks for tonight, ease her in.” Lydia winked at Franny and left the girls alone.

“What does she mean – ease me in?”

“It’s nothing. Just that some of the girls get freaked out if the men get a bit touchy-feely, if you know what I mean. They don’tmean no harm, just want to be liked. So go easy and pretend to enjoy the attention. Trust me, you get a lot better tips that way.”

“Hey, Franny be straight with me. Is this a-a brothel?”

Laughing, Frannie said, “A what? If you mean a strip club? Yeah, we have pros who like doing that sort of thing. What did you expect? It’s a special kind of club for men. But there is a back area where things get a whole lot more intense. The girls who work there also walk away with a lot more money. You want to hang out there, just let Lydia know. But basically anything goes back there, and you need to know that going in.”

Megan shook her head. “Thanks for being honest. I’ll stick to the front for now.”

In a short time, Megan had changed into a costume she normally wouldn’t be caught dead in. The silky black skirt measured about two inches past her butt cheeks, the camisole-type glittery pink tank top didn’t cover much, and the G-string thong was ridiculous. Swallowing the bile that gathered when she saw what they expected her to wear; she dressed and joined Franny.

“Here. Drink this. It’ll loosen your… ahh, inhibitions.”

Grinning without feeling in the least bit lighthearted, Megan answered dryly, “I don’t want my inhibitions loosened, thank you very much.”

Franny grinned back at her tone, making Megan think she’d appreciated the sarcasm. “Fine. Have it your way. Just don’t blow your chance by getting all righteous. It’s not as bad as many of the other places I’ve been in.”

Franny led her into the dark, smelly bar and took a bottle of water from a stash in a small side fridge they had put separate from the others. “Want a bottle of water? These are for us girls.”

“Sure.” Megan accepted the opened bottle and drank. After that, things got really weird.

She followed along as Franny showed her how they filled the beer glasses, then left her working the taps. At first, although woozy and a bit light headed, she kept busy. Still searching for Lucia, she took a few minutes to pass around the photograph she’d stuck in her pocket, but no one had any knowledge of the girl.

Eventually, another girl came to take over her job. Then they passed her a tray loaded with glasses of beer and pointed her to a round table filled with leather-vested men ranging in every age and every size, both blacks and whites, bearded and clean-shaven, bald and hairy men all hanging together. When she approached, many of them whistled their delight in fresh blood. A tall, skinny dude covered in tattoos and a braided tangle of hair hanging from his chin reached out for her. “Here darling, let me take that. Uncle Jamie likes to help little dollies like you.”

Woozier than before, Megan grinned at his playful manner and joked back, “But I’m a real girl. Get it? Not Pinocchio… who’s a doll.” She giggled like she’d made the funniest comeback.

Jamie laughed along with the other six men watching, took her in his arms, and plastered a sloppy kiss on her lips.

Megan sensed something wrong, but her body had it’s own ideas. She felt relaxed, happy, and giggled at his playfulness. Franny grabbed her arm, saying, “Hey guys. She’s new. Give her some time to get the feel of the place. I need her to help with the food. You all wanted the hamburgers and fries, right?”

Though her kisser didn’t seem to like the idea of losing his play toy, he took it in good spirit and nodded. “Bring my baby back to me. I’m thinking we need to have a session in the back rooms before too long. Whadaya think, honey?”

“Okay.” Megan nodded happily and stumbled along with Franny. Once they got to the back, Franny led Megan intothe kitchen area where trays of greasy food sat waiting to be delivered. “Megan, how many bottles of water did you drink?”

“Lots. They were good. I was thirsty. Why?”

Franny shook her head. “Never mind. Just stay away from that table. In fact, stay in the bar for a while. And quit drinking that water. Drink a coke or something.”

Megan listened to Franny for a little while but soon forgot her warning and headed for their special water fridge. A few minutes later, her skinny, motorcycle-driving hero approached and got her attention. “Hey sweet cheeks, wanna come to the back with me for a little while? Make your lover happy?”

“S-Okay. Whish way?” Megan stumbled before taking his hand to be led from behind the bar. As soon as she came close, he draped his arms around her and led her away, supporting her body while kissing her neck and fondling her butt at the same time. Giggling, she almost fell before they made it to the curtained area where a long hallway with doors on each side came into view.

Once inside one of the dimly-lit rooms, Casanova brought her to the bed and pushed her down, following with his body covering hers. “Ah baby, you’re as yummy as a sugar cookie. And I love my sweets.” Just before he could do more than plaster his lips over hers, another person entered their room.

From the corner of her eye, Megan saw an arm rise and the handle of a gun strike her motorcycle man on the back of the head. Unable to move, she laid there entranced, watching as the striker dragged his victim into the bathroom where he left him. Once alone, Megan curled into a tight ball, both hands massaging her genital area where all kinds of hungry energy had been loosened. As her body vibrated with an incredible sexual appetite, she called out. “Hey. Come here.”

Chapter Seventeen

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