I was wearing down physically and mentally as I often do. I had done a few shots with customers throughout the night. Nothing strong, but enough to l...ave me slightly buzzed. My legs were already sore from standing all night. I was sweaty and tired but still had close to an hour left of work, not including the time it would take to close up. Jimmy came up and asked for his tab. "You just love to show off those tits of yours, you little slut," he joked. I looked down and noticed my tank top. In his mind’s eye he watches himself as if he were a spectator in the stalls. And he watches her, as he walks towards her he can see her lips part slightly, in anticipation of his kiss. But instead of kissing her, he finds himself, or rather, this more self-assured version of himself, walking past her and lounging back against the pillows on the bed behind. Her eyes follow him, and a slight tremor crosses the lower half of her face. It is a tiny movement that would have been imperceptible to. .. I'm going down to the airstrip and wait for Gus. He oughta be here soon. I'll give him your best."Flo gave him a playful squeeze, tugging affectionately at his cock through his heavy work pants. "Don't worry about that... I'll give him my best... My very best!"It was dark again, and the temperature had plummeted twenty degrees since Arnie left for the slow trudge through a half mile of melting ice and snow to the airstrip on the edge of the village, and she could hear them coming before they. "I can take them off, Mrs. Slagbottom, but I fear my privates will be on display if I bend over too far."The girl next to Fiona stifled a giggle out of sight of the head nurse's irritated glare. Her name was April and she was the shortest girl in the class of Candystripers. April peeked at Fiona's shocking red thong and noticed her friend had recently shaved not leaving a single trace of stubble. She felt a bit guilty because she hated to shave "down there" and hoped the thick cotton knickers.