”“Do they work for you?” I asked jokingly.She laughed again. I laughed with her. “Really though, do they do it for you?”“You mean, do they...get me off?” “Yeah,” I choked through our laughter. “I read one-handed most of the time,” She blurted.“That has to make a mess.” We laughed at the stupidity of our conversation. Continuing onto other subjects before we finally drew the conversation to, ”I guess I better let you go,”“Listen,” I said jokingly, “Don’t spend your money on those books. Call me. He was shocked at first but responded, her face was soft and smooth as she explored his mouth with her tongue. Then her hand went into his lap and began to message his cock and balls, as they continued to kiss. They kissed and necked for about fifteen minutes. One handed she reached up and pushed the top of her dress down revealing her breasts. Then she pulled up her dress took Bob’s hand and placed it in her crotch and held it against her cock and balls. Breaking the kiss, she bit his neck. “Good. We could use another girl. We just opened up and we have kind of a small staff.”The woman began to get up, but Jessica stopped her, “Wait...I—uh...another girl?” The woman said nothing. “You don’t mean another...dancer...do you. Cause, I’m not here for a job as a dancer. I just want a desk job or something. Surely you guys have phones here. And paperwork...”The woman laughed and looked at the bartender. He joined her. Jessica looked back and forth between them, wondering what the joke. "Sorry," she said insincerely, "you'll have to sleepin your clothes. Lights? Go down to sleep level." He thought she went tosleep right away, but a minute later he heard music coming from his mouthagain, a lullaby tune this time. To the sound of it, he fell asleep,hoping that she was telling the truth.Not that there was anything he could do about it if she wasn't.--------------------------------------------------------------To Be.