I thought,’Right! And a feel too!’ Karen politely declined the first two invites to the dance floor, so I said, "Go ahead if you want. We’re gon...a be leaving soon.” A third guy asked and she accepted. I turned in my bar stool and watched her and the guy get to the dance floor. He pulled her close, pressing his obvious hard-on against her and cupping her ass cheeks as they swayed across the floor. When the dance ended, she came back to the bar, laughing. “So what’s up, Karen?” I asked. "Aside. "You are exactly what I need!" She looked away for a second, and then brought her eyes back to me as she moved her own hand up to squeeze my fingers around her breast even harder. I could see excitement and hunger in her eyes."Would you .. would you stay with me tonight? Please? We can do anything .. anything you want! It would be so wonderful to .. just be me, do you understand? No acts. No contracts. No games ..." She looked at me coyly, a hint of heat and more than a little. "Bobby," she whined, "why'd you stop? I was almost there!" Because you didn't ask permission to cum." What? What do you mean permission?" You have to ask permission if you want me to make you cum. You know pretty please and all that." Pretty please, make me cum Bobby," she said."That was pathetic, Val. We aren't talking about another helping of potatoes here. Now try it again and make me believe it." Please, Bobby, please make me cum. Pretty please? I need to cum so bad. Please make me cum,". . uh ... other things..."Dear oh dear. Keep on digging why don't you, George.Nicole didn't seem to be taking any offence. She laughed at his discomfort. That was good, he supposed."It's fine," Nicole said. "I get paid well and I enjoy the work."Understanding suddenly dawned on George. There could be another reason why Miss Kitson had sent him here."Um ... Miss Kitson, she didn't give you any money to..." To do what?" Nicole asked, affecting an air of deceitful innocence."Oh, nothing," George.