The pleasure that she got from working with men was different than with women. She loved the softness of women’s bodies and the way their pussies wo...ld open up like a flower as their arousal grew. It excited her to push back its hood to reveal the glistening head of a swollen clitoris, and the way that by rubbing its hard nub at the same time as thrusting her fingers into a weeping vagina could make a client writhe and moan in utter bliss.Men were much more voluble and even the mildest mannered. My clothes clinging to me Wet and see through You hand me a towelWould you like to use the bathroomThere’s a shower I close the door behind me It’s hot steamy and warm Bubbles and steam everywhereThere’s a bang on the shower door My pulse starts racing You Creeped me out A face squashes itself against the steamy window Makes me jumpOi That’s not funny Then a hand slips around my waste Another softly around my neck Water pouring You’re warm lips against my neck Your prickly stubble brushing. And smart.”“True. But not with Ginger?”“I’m not thinking after the concert. She’ll be Consuela.”“Yeah.”“Maybe meet her after.”“Set up a date.”“Yeah.”“With you as Ginger.”“Yeah.” She reached down and grabbed his hardening cock and giggled. “You like that idea.”“What about Eddie?”She sighed. “I don’t know Joe.”“Tell me.”“I miss just the three of us. Rachel ... It’s like she controls him. Jacque’s okay, but he’s definitely not you, even if he sort of looks like you. But it’s like Rachel is ... I. The thought crossed her mind for a moment that he might be crazy, but she was in a public place, surrounded by people. He wouldn’t try anything here, even if he was insane. She opened her mouth to tell him that, but before she could get out the first word, he pressed a finger to her lips. ‘Don’t look around,’ he said. ‘Look at my wristwatch, I’ve angled it so you can see him in the reflection.’ Maggie looked down at the wristwatch. The reflection of the nightclub’s harsh spotlights caught her.