." Her voice is slow, hesitant and I turn to look at her.Her eyes are on my face, all big and dark, and she's chewing her lip, looking concerned. I fe...l that hard little ball bearing tremble and heat up, start to expand, but I shove it back together. I can't fall apart now. I've worked too hard to keep her."What's going on with you? Is- is it your mom?"And I laugh softly, because it's never been my mom. That's sort of what she's known for – not being anything. And I wish I could tell her – tell. From the dark smoky alcohol filled air that affects my eyes, nose, and lungs. To the beat of the music which I feel throbbing in my pussy. To the whine of the guitar which threatens to tear out my soul. I look around and find him in the corner. I head to the bar and get two shots, vodka straight up. The liquid fire sliding down my throat is a reminder of the fire I’ll be feeling between my lower lips in a few minutes. I order a third vodka, on the rocks. I turn to survey the bar again, leaving. She appeared to be Madame Juliette’s personal maid in some sense. Laura made a mental note to get some one on one Julia time so she could grill her. The girl had been rude earlier, but Laura decided that she must know a lot of the madame’s secrets. That was worth enduring her silly manners. Her thoughts were interrupted by her senses. The great hall did have a finite length after all. They had entered a great dining room that appeared just as large, with the same chandeliers overhead with. I had trouble taking my eyes off her, seeing such beautiful soft breasts, I could feel myself twitching and moved a little away, not wanting to get embarrassed. Joy pulls me back closer. I could feel her warm breath against me, making me even firmer. Joy looks at me and I blush, “do you like this?” with a pleasant cheeky grin on her face. “I have really enjoyed tonight” she says as she pulls me closer, almost rubbing herself against me. I am having trouble keeping my hands off her, sliding.