Amy spun and to her horror, saw that it was Theresa, her rival in HR and she had a smirk on her face 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 indian skirt and dark-brown cowgirl boots. In Amy's opinion, Theresa always had terrible fashion sense. Hardcore 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 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 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 for it back until Theresa's face lit Hardcore Sex 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 teen predatory smile and replied, “Oh yeah sweetie. Big time.” and then they were on her. Amy found herself 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 Blowjobs hands were fondling and groping her struggling body. Even though I was on my period I still couldn’t stop thinking about everything me mom and dad did, and let me tell you, it was so hard to not brag about it. Her parents caught her. It was a few moments before the holo-gram of the same older oriental man as from before appeared. "Yeah, I'm fine" she answered but her voice was shaky and he noticed Hardcore she was trembling a little. The following is told by Jack: Eric pulled out and stared at the TV. This series will loop all story lines together. I indian didn't trust them not to be stained. Two more poles just behind them intersected several inches above the center of Hardcore Sex teen her back. I didn’t really know how much time had passed. As the body fell, blood spattered over Blowjobs Róisín’s welted back. Ajit refused, he would have beer.