" He makes the gesture of an airplane flying low right over his forehead. Racer X and Dew Drop and most of the rest of us are chuckling at her embarra...sment now. "So she gets the very subtle idea of flopping onto her back, dropping below and flying missionary position right underneath him so he'll be in her burble and fall right right smack into her." He spreads his arms and legs and gyrates his torso. His voice goes falsetto, "Oh, Stevie, do drop right on in." Dew drop starts to laugh much. Blue. The host said, "Yessir, yousa may get to meet the boss, but yous forgot to check sumthin, Mister Charlie. A bouncer pointed us to the check room and the door was opened so we could enter. We passed through so the paying customers wouldn't get curious. The bouncer pointed at a small table and I took my .45 out of the shoulder holster, the .38 out of my pocket and then emptied my pockets onto the table. Sarah just shrugged when the gee pointed at her. There was no way to hide anything in. The well-dressed gentlemen, some accompanied by their own elegantly dressed escorts, were in a jolly mood. Splendid dining and drinking selections had satiated their gastronomic needs. Topless waitresses had offered a visual overture to the upcoming risqué shows. After dinner, the club floor furnishings were rearranged to provide unfettered vista and mindless comfort expected by the gentlemen for the substantial attendance fee they had paid. Ned was seated in his private booth, front stage. At least the beauty sleep seemed to do its job. Blonde, slim and tall, with long legs and perky little breasts, she was a bit of an eye-catcher.Finally, I could hear the door open and saw Emma stumble into the living room, wearing a white shirt and her tightest jeans, showing the shape of her round little ass, one of her main assets.When she had taken her boots off, I kissed her goodnight, but she drew me closer and I could feel her tongue against mine. At the same time, I could hear my pants.