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something.  No, she stands there thinking that standing in front of us was all she had to do.  Damn, that´s just lazy.  I get bored and shout, “Next!”
    Talk about saving the worst for last.  She takes off her top as she makes her way toward us. I can’t believe it. Besides, I’m pissed by the way Carl blurted out “Next” to Mia.  He rubbed me up the wrong way. 
    Shit, she’s started taking her bra off. 
    She walks up to us with the most attitude in the world. 
    Her tits drop like lead balloons, and sure I've seen them before, but hers are amazing. It’s kind of like they have a mind of their own.  I’m not sure if they even hit the ground and bounced back up like tennis balls.  They sway from left to right with her hips.  Then she reaches us.  I never saw her face. 
    I want to say next. I want to fucking speak.  I am scared shitless.  I stop to look at Carl and he has the same alarmed look on his face as I do mine.
    As she stops in front of us both, my mouth refuses to open. 
    The only thing she says is, “You want a piece of this?” 
    It’s clear she’s a winner.  She shocked us speechless.  Carl says, “Oh, yes please!”

Chapter Nine
    T he first of the two recruits is set to graduate tonight.  It’s been a stressful three weeks.  Tina signals that they’re here and being prepped as she takes them to the dressing room.  They’ve got a choice of seven fantasies, each one with a different theme, and each one with a name for the night.  Each week is different. This week’s theme is the seven deadly sins. Women go wild at my house of sin, the dirtier the better.
    The women are offered a menu listing the sins: greed, gluttony, lust, envy, sloth, wrath and pride. Each sin is referenced by color.  I've done the house of sin a few times and ladies tend to go on the color rather than the sin based on their personality.
    Greed’s color is red.  In this category, a greedy bitch, I’ll give her too much until she begs me to stop.
    Gluttony’s color is yellow, defined by their need to overindulge.  They think that they’re all action, binging on their need for sex, among other things. It usually works out they can’t take the heat when given nonstop. It’s funny how that works. They’re the ones usually pleading for me to let up in the middle of the game, but I don’t. I make them go on and on until I decide it’s over.
    Lust is black, my personal favorite. Maybe because I’m twisted as fuck. With lust you can imagine anything you want.  These little vixens are my lust bunnies, as I call them. Their passion and hunger for me to fuck them until their pussies are bruised landed them the name.  I love it when bitches choose black. These are the ones who want to please and want to get pleasure.
    Envy’s green, always full of frustration and coveting the others. I get them to watch, mainly. They’re usually the complaining bitches wanting something else, no matter what you give to them.  I do hardly anything at all. I let them watch and want what the others experience. I just get them to listen and visualize as I tease them a bit.
    Sloth is gray, my storms.  They don’t do anything, always expecting others to pull all the weight while they sit back and watch. When I try to make them work, the storm comes.  Not with me, fuck that. I make them work. I can’t stand lazy bitches.
    Wrath is purple, my black roses. Anger is deep and dark, just like the color. I call them my black roses, because in actuality, a black rose is made from a red rose soaking in ink water, allowing black ink to travel up the stem, transforming the flower into a deep purple.  Wrath, when allowed to build, runs deep and breeds aggression, violence, and evil, so I make them work hard, expending it.
    Pride is pink. They think they’re too nice to submit or mind.  I call them my pink panthers, always preying on the weak. I make them get dirty and then clean them up again. I make them sweat the hardest. I