There was a chorus of, "Hell yes!" as everybody scrambled for the den.
I dejectedly walked into the room knowing there was nothing I could do. I wouldn't take it to court, I couldn't take the publicity. I knew I didn't sign anything, but I also knew that Dallas would probably produce a document with Barbie Jo's signature that couldn't be proven a forgery; because there wasn't any signature by Barbie Jo on record.
Everyone was already seated, Dutch and Travis were on the floor in front of the biggest wide screen TV I have ever seen. Allan was sitting at a computer desk with Dallas standing behind him, obviously loading up the website. Spider and Harley were on the sofa with a space between them; Harley was smiling at me and patting the seat cushion next to him. I resigned myself to the spot between them, and crossed both my legs and arms.
I sat there pouting as Harley put his huge muscled arm around my shoulder, and gently rested his other hand on my stocking covered leg. "Don't worry Babe, I saw your videos, and I think they're fantastic. Very professional and sexy, you should be proud of them. You're going to make a lot of money with this website; Dallas is cutting you in on it," he said in a low reassuring whisper.
"I don't give a fuck about the money," I sobbed. "I don't want the world seeing me as Barbie Jo, having sex. My life will be ruined."
"You are a very beautiful woman, your new life is just beginning, and I think it's going to be fantastic," he cooed in my ear. Then he kissed me on my cheek, I turned and looked at him with a tear in my eye. With a giant finger, he ever so gently wiped the tear, and kissed me full on my mouth. His soft lips seemed to draw my anger, hurt, and fear from me. I suddenly felt soothed in his embrace, as if he was my protector; keeping me safe from what Dallas was doing to me. After our lips parted, I nuzzled into my new found giant friend, rested my hand on his hard thigh, awaiting my performance that I made with Dallas and John the week before.
