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They all tried different tactics to the game. The guy could win a big prize if he would take the right girl out on a date. Then the guy asked the question . “Can I have sex with her?” If they said no, he picked her. If they said yes, he picked her. When asked why he picked her when the answer to sex had been no, he would reply that he hoped he could talk her into sex later.
    She soon discovered that it was women also. Men and women of all ages wanted to fuck her. At first, that was good. But eventually she came to realize no one saw her as a person. They did not really see her beauty or her personality or the woman inside.
    She had danced in men’s clubs, and, because she was so popular, the boss had to have a bodyguard when she was on stage. Eventually, she had met a woman who ran a BDSM club, and she went to it several times. The woman hired her to wear leather and flog men. In the BDSM world, there was the interest of Doms in both male and female roles. But to have a Dominatrix that was unusually beautiful, and petite with eyes and lips that drew all the men and women that walked into the club, well, that added up to a very popular and always in demand lady.
    So she flogged men until they climaxed. She took the thin whips to women who could afford her, and she brought them to ecstatic climaxes. In the meantime, for huge prices that got bigger and bigger, she had been fucked in every way women could with as many men as could get around her. Sometimes there were women involved, and she often returned the favors for both the men and the women. She had always felt that there was the upside and the downside. She liked sex better than most, and she regretted that no one wanted more from her than sex.
    Then one night, she did not have an orgasm, so she had to fake it. This happened again a week later, but this was all night long. This was a shock because she had always enjoyed sex and the feeling of joy and release to her body and mind. This time, she took a few days off and then went back, and she climaxed, but it was not the big bang. Then it went on for several days, and she was sad. Something that she enjoyed, something that gave her great pleasure, had finally been taken away from her.
    After all, if no one wanted anything from her but to fuck her body, and she could not receive anything in return, not even pleasure from an orgasm, then what was there for her?
    She spent 48 hours without sleep, just thinking it over and not going into the club. The club was almost like a home to her. The owner, Carol Den, had become her friend. Something had happened along the way with her relationship with Carol. Most people assumed the club was owned by a man or several men because, well, the world was still biased. So Carol signed everything as C. Den and her well paid Attorney represented her in most things.
    She and Carol had never had sex. It took her a while to understand that this was why they could become friends. In fact, she was around Carol for several weeks before it dawned on her that Carol was not approaching her for sex. She finally had to ask Carol.
    “Everyone in this place, including your bouncers, wants to fuck me. You hired me to fuck as much and as many as possible. Yet, you have not approached me, and I have not seen you with anyone else. Carol, I have to ask, what gives?” Asa sat across from Carol’s desk in her private office, which did not look like the office of a sex club.
    Carol sat back and did not laugh or even smile. Finally, when Asa thought she was not going to answer, Carol began to talk.
    “It is funny that I own a sex club. I would say that I am the opposite of you.” Carol’s voice was low, and she was staring over Asa’s head at one of the old paintings she had hanging high on a wall.
    “You are pure sex, you want it, and do it, and everyone wants you. I am titled as an Asexual. If you look it up in Wikipedia, it will say sometimes referred to as nonsexuality. When I did not have my first