Chapter 24

"You are going to be my bitch here." She said. "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. "It means that I'm making you into my sex slave. Your main purpose in life will be to satisfy my twisted appetites. See, I'm a member of a secret little sex club. There are about 20 of us. I think you've already met one of the other members-- Phil, down at the front desk. "Anyway, we get into all kinds of weird group sex. And when I put the word out that I could blackmail you into being our bitch, I got a very enthusiastic response." She said smiling. "This is too fucked up to even think about." I said. "Maybe you can think about this--what would your father do if he knew you liked to dress up in girl's underwear? Think he might kick you out of the house? Think he might write you out of his will?" She said with a wicked smile on her face. "You are one sick bitch." I yelled at her. "You don't know how sick-- not yet." She said. Another knock comes at the door before I can even begin to digest