Callingherself a "call girl" didn't change her status in the least."Git on yo' knees, bitch," he ordered the white whore. "I'm goan makeyou eat yo' o...n shit while I fuck yo' white trash face."Again, Tiffany, obeying her john's orders, repressed a smile at theobviously affected ghetto dialect. Judging by the handsome suit Clintonhad been wearing when he'd arrived--Armani, unless she missed her guess--and the Rolex watch he still wore on his right wrist, Clinton wasanything but a street thug. . We got to her room and I turned to take her in myarms. She pressed up against me and her cold lips pressed against mine. Icould feel the cold still flowing out of her thick hair. When her warmtongue slipped into my mouth I moaned with need. Her hands were on my assand she pulled us tight against each other. Her leg pressed between mineand I pushed my hips forward to get the most from it. I reached for thebuttons of her blouse. "Lets not waste any time."We took a step apart and started shedding. ..?She'd recalled vaguely hearing that he was a stripper who worked over atthat dive near the docks.Despite herself, she wonders what he'd look like on stage, working thegiant hooters that they were making for him.Damn sexy, she'd bet.Maybe - some small, tempting part of her mind whispers - she'll have togo down and examine her handiwork herself some time...Danny prepares to take the shot, his achingly sexy model pouts for thecamera, staring up at him kittenishly.'God! I have the best job in. The scene that Bennie had witnessed had excited him beyond belief, and he wished that he was Laura. Bennie’s overstimulated mind now also began to scheme how he could use what he had seen to his advantage. Although Bennie had a cordial relationship with Laura, he thought of her as an upstart who had developed ‘airs and graces’ because of her newfound status in life. This sighting, however, would now give him the upper hand in their relationship.More importantly, nonetheless, it was the leverage.