The façade could have been from a Film Noir movie, the bottom floor of a two-story brick building with seedy apartments on the second floor. “Ricky...��s Bar” was denoted by a white, backlighted plastic sign with lettering scripted in green (Rick McGill was Irish). There were two oval windows, a large one in the front in the original Art Deco-designed “night spot,” one where a person can see the inside of the bar from the street, the other in the badly scarred oak door.As Ashley opened the door and. “ Alice will be with you shortly. She’ll show you to your office, give you a tour and generally make you feel well at home” With that Sally turned on her heal and walked out of Jonathan Clarke’s office. As the door clicked closed, Jonathan turned to Alice Fothergill, “She has a great ass, don’t your think?” Alice turned to her employer. “I noticed you didn’t quite stand fully when you shook her hand. I can just imagine why.” “I was a little impeded.” . “Well Billy, now let’s keep those pretty blue eyes on me, but I wanted you here so I could show you off to some potential clientele”, Veronica explained, with a wry smile.It made me blink, realizing my true purpose. “Veronica, is this all I am to you? A money machine?”“One with a nice dick and great sexual ability, plus you’re damned handsome, so yes.” Veronica added, holding up a finger “Billy, I think you need to grow up and adjust that attitude of yours. In the real world, we make sacrifices. Her pigtails swayed about her shoulders as she shifted. They danced about her, looking so fetching, so sexy. They made my dick ache.I couldn’t wait to touch her. To love her.“What do you say, James?” Orihime asked. The flirty and busty girl grinned at me. She had orange hair, a bright shade that no natural girl had. They both came from my imagination. Her pillowy mounds jiggled as she sidled up to me, her arm hooking mine. “Let’s make her explode. She needs it.”“I don’t need it!” Ruri hissed,.