I gave him the package. He seemed to have no interest in it since he was undressing me with his eyes and that is all he wanted. I pulled him by his ch...n, told him to open it then meet me in the kitchen. I strutted off feeling his eyes watch me all the way out of the room.I heard the package rip open, and laughed at the thought of his face this moment. I could hear him set down the box and walk quickly to the kitchen where he found me totally nude (except for my heels) holding a cake that read,. .....The club wasn’t very busy this evening, there was some fiesta going on in Portimao. Consequently, I was feeling a bit down, I like a good crowd to work with.When there aren’t enough punters, the requests tend to clash with each other, just not enough of them to pick and choose.Romero, the Portuguese waiter, fetched me a drink, “Hi Dina, you okay? Bit quiet tonight, but we expected that. Not too many prospects for either of us either, huh!”I liked him, which is a rarity, I’m not into guys.. " How do you have that thing even when you're naked?" I had to ask."Wrist strap." He flashed the accessory I'd somehow never noticed. "You've worked in landscaping, retail, telecom -" I mostly pulled cable there." Where were you when we did that!" Yann huffed and Sean nodded."You've actually worked for a couple photographers." Juan observed. "Are you a photographer?" Well, just amateur. I've taken a few classes, but I've never worked with, you know like models and what not." You have any. Otherwise, some text might not show when it should for you. Enjoy the story.Living in a small town had always felt strange to me. Not because of anything specific, but because of the feeling that I was meant to have something bigger. There are lots of people in small towns who feel like they need to see the world, and are being suffocated. Others feel like they fit right in, as if they were made for this. Weirdly enough, my problem has always been how suffocating it was to fit in so perfectly..