Mr. Harris had inherited a large chunk of his uncle's estate back in the 70's and turned his fortune into a fast booming go go business. In a matter of six years he had established his territory in the South Jersey area opening a total of nine strip clubs. He was a rich man by every sense of the word - feasting off the exploits of desperate women. Coming across as a savior to most adolescent girls or women of broken marriages, he often hired them at an enticing rate of between 15 and 20 dollars per hour. The price - nude dancing in front of drunken men or worse, for the benefit of a young lad's bachelor party.

Mr. Harris had a keen eye for women in dire conditions. His evil mind concocted a scheme where he would find out exactly what trouble they were in during the "preliminary" interview. Most came in with children to support while others were addicted to drugs and needed a big salary to support their habit.

Such was the case with Donna. The voluptuous woman was in her late 20's and addicted to heroin. Though she was a drug addict, she still had an excellent figure with curvy hips and slender legs. Her strawberry red hair was the most attractive thing about her besides her sexy round bottom. During her preliminary interview, Mr. Harris had ascertained that she was a desperate girl looking for a quick fix.

"Oh please Mr. Harris. I'll do anything to dance in your club....I need the money real bad!" whimpered Donna.

Mr. Harris couldn't care less about Donna's condition. All he wanted to know was whether or not he could include her in his inner sex ring. Only the most desperate of women had succumbed to this trap. As the interview progressed, Mr. Harris began to get the notion that Donna would become one of his special whores.

"Now now.....calm down Donna." said Mr. Harris soothingly as he handed her a tissue. "If you want me to help you baby, you're going to have to tell me everything - is it drugs?"

"Yes......I...I..guess so." whimpered Donna.

"What kind of drugs honey?" asked Mr. Harris inquisitively.

"Heroin." Replied Donna.

Mr. Harris's cock began to grow in his pants. He knew what this meant. There would be virtually no way that Donna would be able to escape her addiction. Further more, the women that fell into his sex ring trap were deliberately weaned on drugs in order to stimulate their addiction. From there, the women were passed around by several powerful business associates until they were used up like yesterdays garbage. Once the drug addiction took hold of their looks - usually within a period of two or three years - the women within the sex ring became less and less attractive. Conversely, they earned less and less money and soon found themselves performing more and more perverse sex acts just make ends meet with what they had left. Mr. Harris and his clients dubbed them "scabs". These were the women who had hit rock bottom within the sex ring. Unable to get off of drugs (and of course not being encouraged to), they became more and more desperate to do men's bidding. The scabs consisted of women on their last straw. They were often degraded by the very men who treated them with encouraging respect in the beginning of the sex ring process. The women were so drugged out that they no longer cared what they were called or what was being done to them. These were the women who were beyond anal sex and double penetration. They often became human toilets for the exquisite pleasure of perverted men within the group - being used for golden and brown showers on a daily basis.

Alas, Donna was at the beginning of this process. Thus it would take some time and training to get her to behave properly - the way all women should. Mr. Harris liked his women submissive, slutty, and compliant. He had millions of dollars to throw away - not to mention connections to several drug and prostitute rings throughout the U.S. and Canada. He did his male clients big favors in the form of slutty, drug addicted, compliant women that were shipped to them as if they were gift wrapped like vintage wine. They were all instructed to board his private jet at one time or another and behave and dress properly for his powerful business associates or else. The few women that disobeyed his orders found themselves on the wrong end of a gun barrel. Ed Harris also had many politicians and policemen who were indebted to him. Whenever he was accused of wrong doing - he was released within a matter of hours. All it took was one phone call and that was that. Things came easy to Mr. Harris all his life - and Donna was certainly no exception. He concluded his preliminary interview by telling her that she was under consideration for employment at his new club in Vorhees, but that it would take a little more effort on her part in order to impress him - namely wearing a much more "revealing" outfit and plenty of makeup. High heels were the norm and she was instructed to wear them as well for the second interview......(cont)