Page 3 of Sin For Me

In fact, if I were able to sit down and talk one-on-one with some of the men, I don't think I would have so much difficulty opening up to them, but none of them wants to make the time to talk with me one-on-one. Basically, all they want to do is pull me onto their laps and show how sexy I am to their friends. It's a shame because I don't even know what it is about me that makes me so damn sexy.

Is it my eyes? Is it my hair? Is it the way I speak? My knowledge of sex is pretty much nonexistent, aside from the fact that it's the thing that makes this place go 'round. There is a part of me that wants to pull Lilian aside and have her teach me, but I can't risk her realizing that I'm as naive as she makes fun of me for, so I can't.

Turning my back to the growing crowd of people, I push away from Lilian and drop my tray on the bar in front of me. My hand covers my shirt and I glare at Lillian as I tell her, "This is not right. Where I come from, women aren't treated like this. I don't want to have to do this so I can make money." I tell her as my fingers fumble to cover the buttons.

In spite of the fact that I can't say for sure that she's the best person I will ever meet, she is the only person who has tolerated me up until this point. Despite the fact that she may be forward, overall, she is one of the only ones I've met who has tried to help me, even if it is only because when I'm on, I tend to make her more money, so it's not a big deal. The whole thing is set up where I pretend to be her little sister and she helps me complete the job of finishing paying off a farm back home as we pretend to be sisters. It really makes the men crazy if for some reason they think that we are related. I am not sure why.

In some ways, we look alike, but not so much as to make you think we are twins or something along those lines.

I remember Lilian telling me at one time that it was only due to the fact that they wanted both of us at the same time. If she's talking about sex, I'm not exactly sure how that's possible.

"There are going to be two options for you Britney, either you open up to these men more, or you're going to face the prospect of them not wanting to wait on you. You're acting like a fucking cold fish." she complains before she hands me my tray and turns me around.

"Hey baby cakes, tell me what I have to do to get you to come back over here. I promise I'll be nice!" A man on the other side of the bar says as he bangs his glass against the table-top using his finger to beckon me over.

I pull down my shorts and smile at him, swaying my hips the way I've seen some other girls do.

"That's more like it." His hand is on my ass before I even come to a full stop in front of him.

"I've already told you this is a look, but don't touch establishment. Please get your hands off me." I do my best to keep my face clear of the anger that I feel, but I wish I could just take that drink and douse him with it.

"Look but don't touch? What the hell, if you wanted that then you need to be at the Hidden Sinners club."

Hidden sinners?

What the hell is that?" I ask, I'm confused but interested nonetheless. If there was another bar that I could go to where the customers truly followed the look but no touch rule, I'd give it a try.

The man looks between his friends before he turns his gaze back on me, "Oh, you know what, I think you'd fit right in there.

"Yeah? Why do you say that?"

"Oh because I'm sure people would pay butt loads of money to see you do things to yourself. Maybe even do things to others. It's all part of the fantasy." He leans in and tries to whisper in my ear.

I bristle immediately, trying to understand his words. I bet it's some kind of fucking strip club. "Fantasy?" What kind of club is this that I would have to do stuff to myself. I'm not that kind of girl."

"That's the joy of having a chance to be a part of the hidden sinners clubhouse you don't have to be any kind of girl, you just have to act like you are."

If there's anything I've learned to do over the past few weeks it's act. I don't want to be part of any strip club, but I can act. If the money is good, I have no problem going to see what this Hidden Sinners club is all about.

3

Tru

"Tru, come on baby. I promise I'm going to make it good for you! " Melisande says as she tries for the second time today to sit on my lap in her full furry attire. I didn't mind playing with the furries, but she was always just a little too hyper for me.

I like an enthusiastic fuck, but I'm not really a fan of the barking and growling. A lot of other people were there, though.

You know, I already told you no. "There are a lot of puppies off leash here tonight. Why don't you go and try to make friends over there?" I point her in the direction of one of my larger rooms. Tonight it was converted into an animal pen. The puppies were crawling around and having the time of their lives. Some were having sex right there in the open while others were too busy just licking and pettin' each other. I'm sure by the end of the night it would turn into a full-on orgy. I'd pay to watch that, of course. Most of the people here would

"I don't want to go over there," she whines. "Those puppies are mean."

"No, they're not," I say. "They just want to play."

"No, I don't want to," she says, crossing her arms over her chest.

I sigh. "Fine, then go back to the main room and mingle. I'm sure there are plenty of people there who would love to talk to you."

She pouts but does as I say. I watch her go, thinking that maybe I shouldn't have been so harsh. But she needs to learn that she can't just come in here and demand things. This isn't a free-for-all. If she wants something, she's going to have to work for it.

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