"No, no; I'm not gay." What kind of question was that,did I look gay? Maybe letting Camille buy me a drink was a mistake."Okay," she shrugged. "But...look at me, do I look like a guy?"She definitely didn't, she was gorgeous; as she took a sip of her ownbeer she left a chocolate coloured lipstick stain on the glass. If I hadnot seen the bulge in her tight leather pants I would never have guessedshe was anything but a woman. "No," I eventually admitted. "I'm sorry,I've never met a woman with. I began to lick her labia, and her taste was unlike any other woman I’ve ever eaten. It was sweet and yet it was also salty. Very salty. Fragrant and exotic. A touch of bitterness even, but overwhelmingly salty. My tongue lapped up her wetness, as her arousal was made manifest, and I could not help but savor her juices.I don’t know how to describe it. The taste was so rich and multi-layered. My tongue probed between her labia and scooped out even more of her fluids. I was insatiable. I had. She was a bit disappointed inher remunerations."I think it's time for me to move on to another city," she told me."Why would you do that?" I asked."The customers are obviously getting bored with me. My tips have beendown for the last couple of months. It happens like that. The moneygoes to the new girls and the most attractive girls. You'll see by nextyear your tips will start to decline. That's when you know it's time tomove on to a new city." So where will you go?" I asked."I'm thinking. They were standing in line at the ballet bar practicingpositions. My sister was standing third from the left; next to Connie, asusual. I didn't think she could see me peeking through the window."Stand up straight girls, and relax your shoulders." I love MissJohnson's voice!"First position - Heels are touching and toes are pointed out." Heels touching, Tammy!" Second position - Your feet are in the same position but there is spacebetween your heels." Your feet should be about shoulder length.