Bright lights; too bright. Jamie closed her eyes again. “She's coming round.” The voice sounded far away, as if in a tunnel. She cautiously opened her eyes again and realised she was staring up at a ceiling. A head appeared, out of focus.

“Jamie? It's Frankie. What happened?”

That evening, wearing jeans, boots with a three-inch heel and a woollen jumper over a silk camisole, Jamie was waiting by the gates to University College at seven-fifteen. Sam arrived a few minutes later and seemed surprised to see her already there.

Jamie became aware that the Sunday night at the Hellfire Club was rapidly approaching. She would have done anything not to go but realised that short of a broken limb she really had no excuse not to attend. Then salvation came in the form of a severe cold a few days beforehand.

“Well, what did you think of it?” said Frankie. She, Jamie and the other hostess at the orgy had only made polite small-talk during their journey to their respective homes. Now she seemed nervous, perhaps guessing that Jamie was not happy.

Chapter 5 Very explicit material

The following week Donny told Jamie and Frankie that he wanted to see them in his office. As tends to be the case, they wondered what they had done wrong and were quite worried when they knocked on his door.

Gina had been stripping for years when she came across the Medallion of Zulo. She loved old clunky jewelry and had spotted this at a stand at the flea market. It was just the kind of jewelry she loved.

Prologue

I watched a film the other day and it really resonated with me and my life. The film was 'A life less ordinary' and the main character (MC) began with an ordinary life that was dull and uninteresting. An event happened that in the big scheme of things was nothing serious, but it was the straw that broke the camel's back and resulted in the MC taking unexpected action. Fate then intervened and led the MC on a crazy journey.

Chapter 3

I woke up on a bed, naked with no sheet covering me and what I saw sent me into an immediate deep depression. I wouldn't say my body looked particularly feminine. I didn't have any breasts to block my view which I had been told previously but was still a nagging concern. I didn't see any exaggerated curves and all my excess fat was gone, which was good, but it gave me a clear view of my privates.

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Friday, March 29th 9:36 AM
Sleep alluded me and getting my brain to shut off was impossible. I think the only reason I fell asleep was due to exhaustion. I was feeling that way now - exhausted. I was dreading meeting everyone for breakfast. So much so I almost cancelled, but didn’t because the backlash would have been worse than what I had been facing since sitting down - which was pretty intense.