"You have to strut like you are a runway model. If you want the money, you have to keep up the strut for the whole way and not let up or try covering ...ourself."She hesitated slightly before making her way down the street wiggling her hips back and forth like she was a VS model. Brian pulled out his phone and filmed her as she made her way down the street in nothing but her polka dot underwear and pink bra. She received cat calls and stares from many people that were in the area. She was beyond. I never would have even thought of it if it wasn't for what happened when I turned 17.On my birthday me and a few friends got fake I.D.'s and went to a bar in town. We all started drinking and getting as shitfaced as we possibly could. There was 4 of us and my three friends had all spoted the girls they wanted to fuck that night so I was left alone at the bar.Within a few minutes this girl sits next to me and I immediately started checking her out. She was wearing a short skirt that showed. "where are the keys to the hotel room safe daddy? im gonna need my clothes back at sound point" i lied sweetie, the only keys here are the ones to that clit cage and corset. do you really think the hotel would let me take a key home with me? no no. when i spoke to room service i gave them all the keys and told them to keep what they wanted in the safe but to send me your wallet and such. i dont want you to lose everything but ill be holding onto them when they finally get here a few days from. As a k** I had tossed my seed into the slick green current beneath my nest in the trees. The white strings of curdling come twisted and turned as it was borne away as if it were in its death throes. At night I lay awake with thoughts of my sin and murdered sperm until the murmur of my father's voice and the creaks of my parents' bed on the other side of the wall lullabied me to sleep.The sounds of my parents' bedroom were so much a part of the night as I was growing I didn't connect them with.