This of course resulted in a great cheer. Even before anything was said, Lilly knew she will be ordered to drink it. Girls of lesser “grade” or not performing well, were moved to countryside brothels, or sleezy strip-clubs, then to a cheap brothel run from a camper van by the highway, renting girls to truckers. Some of the girls resisted, and even called her names, when they learned she wasn’t eating the potatoes as it would be too risky and suspicious for all of them to be sick. Most of the men, wanting the get most out of the coins they spent, made her lick their limp dicks after they came, until the machine ended it’s cycle, and Lilly was placed back behind her plexi-glass shield. Finally, when she got into her cage, she pulled the sack out of her pussy, muffling the moan of pain by biting into her other hand, and hid it underneath herself until she fell asleep. — “Clean this up, bitch.” — he said to her, leaving her with one of the guards, to which he said in Spanish — “Don’t touch them Pedro, or you’ll spread this thing around the house.”
Finally Lilly and Marianne were led out of the cage room, and through a corridor to a preparation area.
