.. without you... ogling me as if I were your next conquest.”I frowned. “I wasn’t ogling you.”“But you were distracted*.”“How could I no... be? You knew the second you proposed we continue the discussion at dinner that it would consume a significant percentage of my brain function until we actually left here and went back to my apartment.”June shook her head. “Not anymore. I’m not coming to your apartment for dinner.”I frowned. “You’re not?”“I retracted my question. There’s nothing to discuss. “Is your hand where it is supposed to be Probie?” Jordan’s voice whispered in his ear, making him jump.“No sir,” he whispered back quickly zipping his jeans and putting his hand under his thigh, wondering how he could have been so careless and not see Jordan move.“You will be dealt with after the show. Eyes front and center Jason.”After thirty minutes the girl was a wet mess on the table and Rob was ready to leave after giving her seven orgasms. He looked toward the screen and held up seven. She came in after 45 minutes carryingthree bags, 'that's what you call a low profile? What you got in all thosebags?' 'My wardrobe and my equipment; we are supposed to stay here for oneweek, aren't we? And I just don't like surprises.' We were supposed to dosurveillance on the house across, so we took watches. I was free from 8 pmto 2 am, so I took my laptop and went online. I waited for about 45 minutesbut Morthina never showed up. After three days, all that became pretty boring.I was. Then, suddenly, she reached forward and brought the radio to life. Looking at me with her playful grin, she said two words that are etched into my memory to this day."Watch me."Ten feet in front of my car, Laurie danced for me. I remember Billy Joel playing on the radio. I remember her perfect white breasts quivering just a little as she slowly pulled the t-shirt over her head. I remember how her hips wiggled a few times as the faded cut-offs she shed inched down her firm thighs, finally.