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it. The other dancers moved away, and the laser lights enshrined her on the platform. The crowd surged in anticipation. Her eyes became wild with her potent sexuality. Each rhythmic gyration of her hips made a thousand guys howl. She was anonymous and powerful.
    But Gragg was her new master. He looked back at Jennifer’s date, smiled, and nodded to the DJ.
    The DJ’s voice boomed down again. “Lose the top!”
    A thousand voices roared and took up the chant. The chant quickly fell in line with the music. “Lose-the-top! Lose-the-top!” Even the girls in the audience were cheering. Jennifer danced, soaking up the adoration. All eyes were on her body, screaming with lust. She was high enough that she didn’t mind, and it seemed such a small thing to please them all.
    She first teased them by flashing her breasts, but that only drove the crowd wild for more. They knew they had her now; it was only a matter of wills. They took up the chant with renewed vigor. “Lose-the-top! Lose-the-top!”
    When she pulled her top off and danced, breasts jiggling free, the roar of joy rattled the walls. They motioned for her to toss her top down, and she dangled it above the outstretched hands of the lustful mob. Someone managed to grab it from her, and it was soon torn to pieces. Jennifer laughed and tugged at the All Area Access badge around her neck. Girls around the room started flashing their breasts, sitting atop the shoulders of guys in the crowd.
    The DJ cranked up the music again, and the party moved on. But Gragg moved in with one of Cheko’s men holding a digital video camera. Jennifer smiled as they filmed her dancing topless in front of a thousand people. Her young, toned body glistened with sweat.
    Within a half hour, Jennifer was sitting on a sofa in the holding pen, sucking Gragg off while her date looked on in shock. But her date didn’t stop them. Gragg moaned while one of Cheko’s men videotaped her. He looked to Jennifer’s date. “You’re after me.”
    When he ejaculated into her mouth, Gragg felt a rush of power and sexual release. This was his drug. Gragg didn’t like whores. He liked to turn women into whores. The feeling of power was every bit as pleasurable as his ejaculation—perhaps more so. The fact that he was making money off this girl by doing a live porn Web cast for Cheko’s Web site was even sweeter. She was being broadcast to the world, and the file would never go away. Gragg made sure he was never filmed above the waist.
    As he moved away, he yelled, “Bukkaki!” And a dozen men surrounded her. She was already sucking on her date’s cock. The meth was working its magic on her as the cameraman zoomed in.
    Gragg zipped up his pants and moved away, feeling the endorphins course through his body.
    Heider suddenly appeared next to him, laughing. “You’re an evil man, Loki.” Heider handed him a bottle of water.
    “At least I got laid tonight.”
    Heider poked a finger into Gragg’s chest. “At least I don’t need a thousand people to orchestrate a blow job.” He looked back at the girl starting on another guy. “Is she gonna remember any of this?”
    “Probably not. And even if she does, she won’t. If you know what I mean.” Gragg looked at his watch. “Listen, meet me back at the car at three A.M. sharp. I’ve got to meet the Filipinos.”
    Heider nodded absently, still watching the girl work.
    Gragg punched his arm.
    “Ow!”
    “I mean it. Meet me at the car at three A.M. sharp—or you’ll have to bum a ride off the Albanian mob. Got it?”
    “All right. I got it. Now if you’ll excuse me…” At that, Heider stepped away to join the circle of men.
     
    By 3:15 A.M. , Gragg and Heider were back on the Katy Freeway heading east. Heider was leaning against the passenger door fucked up out of his mind.
    “That MPEG video over the dance floor. It showed rams butting heads. Butting their heads! Their fucking heads!” He was weeping, but then suddenly erupted into