"Please, Mr. Harper, no! I don't want to! I'm sorry; I can't do that!"

"If you don't, I'll let Joe fire you."

That twisted a knot in Gillian's guts. Her parents would kill her if she lost this job, and she didn't know what she'd do then. Even at twenty, she didn't know how to look after herself. But she couldn't do anything as depraved as have sex, or whatever it was they wanted her to do.

"No, please, don't do this to me!" She sobbed, and then broke into tears.

"So, take your dress off," Dean said, leaning on the table. "You've got one of the best figures I've ever seen, and you hide it."

"No, no!" Gillian shrieked and turned, rushing for the door in a blind panic. Dean had locked it and it was a massive, thick door that wasn't going to open, for all her terrified wrenching. "Help, help!"

"Don't bother." Dean leaned against the wall close to her. "The staff here know what to do. You can scream as much as you like. That's why we came here."

"Help me!" Gillian screamed, tearing at the door in helpless terror. Sweat broke out all over her body. "Please, no, don't do it to me! Please!"

"Take your dress off," he said, as if it was something Gillian did every day in front of strangers.

"No, please!" Gillian dropped to her knees and clutched at his legs. "Please, no, please, not this, please! I can't have sex; it disgusts me, I hate it! Please!"

"I'll tell you what will happen if you don't take it off."

"No, please, how can you want me?" Gillian wept, her glasses fogged up with the force of her tears. "I'm ugly; look at me!"

Dean laughed, and so did Rose.

"By the end of this weekend, I'll show you just what you've got, honey," Dean said, "but to show you, we're gonna have to use it."

"I'm a virgin!" Gillian screamed, playing her last card.

"Oh, good; that'll be nice," Dean said, then chuckled again. He slid his hand under Gillian's chin, pulling her face up to his. "Honey, I hate to do this, but I'll use anything I have to make you see sense. Anything!"