:: Don't Break Up Fight {"position":"850,2110"}
[[You]] look over at the two boys worriedly.  "No, I don't think so, [[Belinda]]," you say.  "Let's just see what happens."

She stands up and sulks.  "Party pooper," she says.

The boys mostly seem to be engaging in a lot of shouting and posturing with an occasional shove.  One of the boys is tall with dark hair and the other is shorter and blond.  Most of the other men in the club make no move to intervene; the majority don't even seem to be interested.  You wonder where the bouncers are since none of them seem to be coming in to break things up.

Suddenly, the dark-haired one shoves the blond onto the ground.  The blond picks himself up, looking absolutely furious.  You think he's just about to launch himself at the other boy, who is advancing on him ominously.  Belinda gasps and looks over at you with a possible hint of reproach in her eyes.  Just then, two of the club's waitresses suddenly put themselves in between the two boys.  This time, you're the one who gasps, worried that they'll get hurt since the two boys look like they're just going to push right through them.

But each of the waitresses just starts dancing with the boys, albeit without their cooperation at first, bumping and grinding against them.  You are fascinated as the boys' expressions change from rage to lust in very short order.  Soon, they're dancing along with the waitresses, taking some rather inappropriate liberties, and it's not long before all four walk disappear into the back room.

"What was that all about?" you ask Belinda.

"Conflict resolution, of course," she replies.  "What do you think community girls are for?  Somebody's got to keep the studs relaxed and happy or they'd kill each other.  It's tough for two guys to stay mad at each other when they're both DP-ing the same girl.  Mmmm...."  She looks lost in thoughtful lust.  "Damn, that one on the left looked yummy too.  You're the boss, though."

"So those waitresses are going to have sex with them?"

"Of course.  What do you think they're paid for?  It's not just to serve drinks, you know.  Being a club waitress is a pretty good gig for a community girl."  She suddenly looks wistful.  "I wish I could be one myself, actually."

"Why can't you?"

"Daddy has other plans for me," she says.  She then shifts to doing a dead-on impression of Mr. Anderson and wags her finger.  "I refuse to let you waste a brain like yours on nothing but mindless sex, young lady."  It's so perfect that the two of you collapse into helpless laughter.

When the two of you have calmed down, you say, "You know, I had wondered given your...lifestyle..."

"You can say 'sluttiness;' I don't mind," she interrupts.

"Sluttiness, then, how it was you stayed so good at school.  It can't be easy balancing your sex life with your studies," you say.

"Oh, it's not so hard with the right motivation.  If I keep my grades up, Daddy lets me do whatever I want.  If I don't, he always says he'll put me in a chastity belt.  I //think// he's just joking, but I've never had the guts to find out.  Plus, some of the teachers have incentive programs for us community girls to keep us focused.  Mr. Walker, for example..."  She looks lost in thoughtful lust again.

"You've had sex with Mr. Walker?  They let teachers have sex with students here?" you say incredulously.

"Well, you know, there are rules and stuff.  Mr. Hilliard doesn't let teachers take sexual advantage of their students, but it's all right if it's the other way around.  The incentive programs are supervised to make sure students aren't being exploited.  And believe me we're not!"

The two of you drink and dance for a little longer.  Watching Belinda dance eventually gets you really horny and you decide it's time to head home and take advantage of her.

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