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Amy was aware of Cherry's hand sliding down her back and giving her left exposed ass-cheek an affectionate-yet-possessive squeeze. Guiding her towards the “strippers” part of the cell (Cherry's hand still on her ass, fondling it), Amy suddenly stopped and began backing up, her hands in a hold on gesture and said, “Look, what happened back in the police car was...confusing, but I'm not...” Amy tried to find the right words, ignoring the pouty, hurt look on Cherry's face as she backed up towards the cell-bars. From behind her, Amy heard, “Wow, Amy...Nice ass !” Amy spun and to her horror, saw that it was Theresa, her rival in HR and she had a smirk on her face girlfriend as she looked Amy up and down. Theresa was a good-looking woman in her 40's; slim-figured with straight, shoulder length black hair with bangs, high-cheekbones accentuating her long-lashes, ruby-red lips and a mischievous sparkle in her dark eyes. Theresa was wearing a denim jacket, white t-shirt, floor-length western-style brown skirt and dark-brown cowgirl boots. In Amy's opinion, Theresa always had terrible fashion sense. Smiling at the look of shock on Amy's face, Theresa took Amy's picture with HER phone (Theresa must have found it at the strip club) and said, “This'll make quite a cover for the quarterly newsletter”. Swallowing her pride, Amy begged to her rival, “Theresa, thank God you're here, this is all a crazy mix up. The police here are completely incompetent and fetish I need you to let them know that I don't belong here !” Theresa stepped back and looked Amy up and down appreciatively and said, “I don't know honey, you're certainly not dressed business-appropriate, especially for someone who works pussy in HR.” There was a mocking and playful tone to Theresa's voice; she was clearly enjoying this. With desperation in her voice and close to tears, Amy said, “Seriously, I need you to get me out of here, You wouldn't believe the night I've had and the shit I've had to endure.” Looking down and doing something with Amy's phone, Theresa absentmindedly said, “I dunno, looks like you're having a more fun night than I had, cleaning up your mess and getting the clients out of there.” Not liking how much time Theresa was spending on HER phone, Amy was about to ask amateur for it back until Theresa's face lit up and she smiled at Amy with a “Gotcha” look on her face and then said, “By the way ladies, if you're wondering who snitched to the cops, check Amy's call history !” and then tossed the phone over Amy's head and into the cell where it was caught by Cherry. Amy was wide-eyed in horror as she said, “Are you crazy ? Do you have any idea what they're going to do to me now ?” Theresa closed her eyes, smiled & shivered as she said, “I can only imagine...” and then looked at Amy and said, “Believe me, if I wasn't going to be so busy cleaning your mess, I would stay and watch the show.” and then walked away, with her last words being, “Have fun.” Amy, yelling through the bars, said, “NO ! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME HERE WITH THESE CRAZY WHORES ! YOU HEAR ME THERESA !?! YOU FUCKING BITCH, I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS !” Turning around, Amy saw that Cherry & the rest of the strippers were now standing behind her. They looked pissed. Cherry was holding her phone, displaying Amy's call history, which included the call to the police station. Cherry had a no-nonsense demeanor when she said to Amy, “You got us arrested Amy and cost us all a lot of money...” In her babygirl voice (that she hated), with her lower lip trembling and tears starting to well up in her eyes, Amy asked softly, “You're all going to rape me aren't you ?” Cherry smiled a predatory smile and replied, “Oh yeah sweetie. Big time.” and then they were on her. Amy found herself huge swarmed by the strippers, who threw her to the ground; suddenly, feminine hands were holding her down, spreading her arms and legs, while other feminine hands were fondling and groping her struggling body. The first pastie was pulled off her left tit with a popping sound, followed by the other pastie, exposing her tits to the cool air. A pale-skinned punk chick with short purple hair with matching eyeliner, lipstick & nails smiled and said, “Nice tits.”and started biting and on her nipple and tugging on it with her teeth. Amy's other breast was getting attention from a slightly thick African-American stripper with dreadlocks and red lips and a long tongue that she swirled around Amy's nipple over and over, teasing it in a way that Amy found irritating-yet-arousing. Meanwhile, her thong had been torn from her, she was now completely naked except for her go-go boots. Prying her legs apart and in the air, the strippers started commenting on and touching Amy's shaved pussy. “Oh. My. "That fish is big enough to feed a lot of people," Roger said confidently. Rocky now wanted to wack off , so Dee started licking his ball sack & asshole. I wondered just how much of Ha Na his business associate got to see. I pulled his polo shirt up and off. The older priest shuffled his feet as he strode the avenue. Two weeks ago, biological chemistry class, insatiable hornyness, it was my cologne. I never heard such a sweet sound. Her black hair brushed my hands on her lower back and... But they’d never included a third party before, so this was all new territory. Cuddled up together all I could think about fetish was my mum in the next room, huge my cum soaking into her hot body, her juices still on my fingers, the hickey that I’d given her, I had a giant erection the entire time and was franticly trying to pivot my hips away from my sister while we were in bed together, we might be a little more comfortable with each other than the normal family but having my dick smack against her stomach or pressing against her side was something neither of us would like to experience. He told us what each of the machines were and what they were aimed at. She was completely right. As the cloth slips over my hips and down my legs, my throbbing cock stands straight from my groin, silent evidence of the effect she amateur is having on me no matter what my logical brain tries to think. 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I couldn't control my moaning as he slipped them off and his lips were touching my flesh. I made my move. Any number of cars, cyclists or girlfriend pedestrians could appear at any second; but it was too late, number 15 had arrived. And at the side of the city through which he had been taken in had only had men in it. "I do in fact," I replied, leaning towards his schlong.