It was a country style bar. Things got especially rowdy there on Friday and Saturday nights. Her job was to dress pretty slutty and of course the slut...ier you dress the better the tips, right? After all she was a shooter girl. She was little, cute and sexy. She stood about five foot four and weighed 110 pounds. She was thin and in great shape. She came home with tips regularly in the amount of three hundred dollars or more on a good night. It was a country bar she worked in. She would wear the. We got an entertainment lawyer, formed an LLC in case things really went South, rented a set of offices. "Kind of a lot for two guys, don't you think?"He waved his hands around. "Oh, I expect things to change fairly quickly. We may need more than this soon."The first order of business was to get a really good producer. We interviewed several, and I'n no expert on producing, but I am pretty good at reading people, and didn't like any of them. We had flown to LA, a town I've never really liked.. As we got inside she said close and lock the door please, so I did. We stood there 5 feet away just staring at each other. She started smiling as I walked towards her, my cock already getting hard in my jeans. Just as I reached her she put her hands around me and pulled me in tight kissing me deeply as we started making out. Our tongues danced with one another as I slid my hand over her huge breasts, down her stomach to her jean button. I undid her jeans and slowly ran my hand down into her. ,” my voice trailed off as I tried to finish the sentence, “or seventh ... row ... center.”“Oops, sorry, Mom. I got distracted.”I stood there holding the doorknob, looking into the darkened room, “That’s okay, I should have knocked.” I could not move as I watched my son casually put his cock back in his pants, zip-up, walk over to his computer, and start typing. I saw the theater website come up and figured it was safe to join Ron at his computer. I got as far as Ron’s window, glanced out, and.