Girl #2

Cassie knelt beside the redhead, hoping the man would leave. When he continued to watch her, she **** some conversation. "What are you reading?"

The redhead beamed at her. "The best book in the whole world." She turned to the cover. The title was Good Girls Are Slaves, and the picture showed pretty ladies in lingerie kneeling before a man.

Cassie could feel a panic attack coming on, and she didn't know if she could hide it. She did the first thing that came to mind, wrapping her arm around the redhead and laying her head on the other girl's shoulder. Her silky bustier felt so nice. "Mmm, that is a good book."

"Shall I read some to you?" The redhead turned the page without waiting for an answer. "The nice men saw that the girl was unhappy, so they saved her from her old, boring life." The picture showed a woman asleep in bed and a creepy man standing in the dark room, touching himself.

She turned the page. Now the woman was wearing nothing but headphones, and the creepy man was carrying her to a car with tinted windows. "The girl wanted a new life. Free will was bad, and she did not want to be bad any more."

Cassie smiled, stroking the redhead's thigh without thinking about it. This really was a good book.

Content, the man left Cassie and the others, closing the door behind him. The redhead turned the page. The woman was in a new bedroom, kneeling before the creepy man in a lace nightie. "The girl learned how to be a ****, and she was happy for the first time."

The book was calling to Cassie. She brushed her fingertips across the picture, reading. "The girl learned how to be a ****, and she was happy for the first time."