Her pulse was racing, exposed and vulnerable in front of all these ravenous eyes. ‘OK. You’ve seen the show. Will you take the $300 and leave? I p...omise I will get the rest to your office by Monday,’ she pleaded. ‘Not quite yet. We could all see better than this in the nudie bar for a few bucks. You have some way to go if you want to work off this debt. Now, come over here,’ commanded Tyrone. He had lied about seeing better than Tracy. None of the men had seen such an exquisite woman before,. I stood up and looked at myself in the full-length mirror. My body was looking good; I had worked real hard that whole year with the sports I took. My legs were like rocks the thigh muscles were like tree trunks and my tits and ass were enough to have any man drooling. I started to undress and while I was undressing I lost control and started caressing myself. I slid my hands down my belly into my already wet underwear. I slipped my finger into my pussy and started to rub my clit. Man it felt. He was in show mode. Good stagehands worked almost silently while setting a stage in front of a live crowd. Randy loved being on the stage when the stage lights were out. He could survey the crowd and no one out there in the sea of bodies knew what he was doing. The place exuded sexual energy. All those hot bodies, more then half high on something, most under 25, though Rick had plenty of older fans too. Soon all of them would be in a frenzy. Randy couldn’t really see it, but Rick Hunter had. It was a fitful night as sunrise finally stirred me up from the on and off pattern of sleep that had tortured me all night long. It was Saturday, and since I really didn;t have to work, I went out to the garage and was ready to start a tuneup on my vehicle, when the phone rang. Elena was calling from a phone booth just outside of Visalia in a town called Woodlake. "My hero, " she said, "meet me at the liquor store in Woodlake in a little bit, please." The way she said please was enough to.