Say "I'd rather not go there". Anything but silence, I can sit in silence all by myself and not waste your time" I sounded a little rough and I hadn't...meant to. My nerves were just shot. I pulled the door open and walked into a sterile waiting room.The woman behind the counter was in her early twenties and had a pinched look to her face. She wore a pair of fifties Retro-style glasses and a light summer dress. Her mouse brown hair was pulled back from her face by a pair of barrettes.She looked. I completely removed the top of the container of baby powder and splashed a small loaf of it along her spine. I replaced the cap and set the container aside. Starting at her feet with a brush of long soft bristles I spread the fine fragrant dust over her legs as I moved around her on my knees sometimes straddling one of her extremities, sometimes sliding across her back as I went from one side to the other. All the while I continued to play the brush toward her core. As I neared it I began. . oh aren’t you going to wear them?” he nodded at a pair of new silk, pale blue French knickers. “Love them, that’s why I got them for you. The way you’ve dressed for years, they’re perfect.” “I’ll just put these on for now darling. Next time you’ll see them,” Margie preened and blew him a kiss. “You know me after a good shag, I don’t like to sluice you out straight away and it’ll spoil them by the time we are at the lift,” she advised Bernie, making sure her hirsute greying bush was tucked. But this business is dangerous. Here’s something for the lap dance.”Mia looked at it.“Wait...”“I always take care of my girls.”“Always?" She said.“Always.”Mia kissed me on the cheek, and began to put on her clothes. “So, are you going to stay and watch?" I said. “Sure, what the hell.”We walked out together. Until a certain voice caught me dead in my tracks.“Hello! Who is this beautiful woman?"“Dammit,” I muttered. Mia looked at me, then at him. “She’s a new prospect. Trust me. We go way back..