If you missed Ch. 1, check it out here: [The Sex Kitten – Ch. 1 “Mexican Candy”](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/44dur3/the_sex_kitten_ch_1_mexican_candy/)

Being one of the few seniors on the trip, I had the special privilege of getting to sleep in the pastor’s tent with the other student leaders. Pastor Steve was one of the guys; our church was super laid-back and he would even let out the occasional “what the hell” or “damnit” which always left us grinning. Those first two nights in Mexico felt like a kind of fraternity. Of course I didn’t know that then. This is based off of living in an ACTUAL fraternity a couple years later, but… Again. Another story.

The four of us in Steve’s tent stayed up late swapping stories and giggling at everything the way you tend to do when lightly sleep deprived. An hour after Katie had blown me less than six feet away from said pastor, however, and that special privilege felt more like a special kind of perpetual guilt machine.

I laid in my sleeping bag clutching the edge tight against my chin. What the hell was she thinking, pulling that kind of crap on a church trip? It wasn’t just risky, it was irresponsible. It was immature. Read more »

In a new town, horny and sitting in a hotel room. I thought I’d go out to the strip club. I pull up to this place and see basically no one parked. I wonder if this place is closed down, but then in a high up window I see the glow of neon lights. I walk in and I’m greeted by this tall man who asks me for $6. I give him the six and walk in…there’s no one else here. He walks from behind the counter and says “it’s slow because of the weather so I’ve only got two girls here”. A little weirded out, I just say, “okay” and he says “come with me”. He points to a girl in the back room and says “this is trouble”

Trouble smiles at me while she’s grinding on another guy and gives a little wave. She’s wearing a black thing and pasties on her nipples. Her teeth illuminate in the backlight. The tall man asks me to wait in the empty dancing room. I do, and start to look around. There are a lot of black lights, everything is really dark. The tall man tells me that trouble is ready, so I go back to the dancing room. He says its $20 for a lap dance, so I hand over two $10 bills. Trouble asks me to sit, tells me to take off my coat, and relax. She tells me exactly where to put my feet and how far down to sit. Read more »