"Not quite, but my top server here has agreed to make this evening special for your guests, as you requested. I do still have the artist here if you'd...like him to paint duffle coats on the dancers?" Mike's humour made Victoria smile broadly as she served John Tarbey his drink. He viewed Victoria's body up and down relentlessly until she could almost feel the weight of his gaze.Eventually, Mike led John towards the VIP seating area and the club continued to fill up. Victoria could not remember. After sometime, he stopped and said,-okay, your turn--spin cycle…if you do not mind turning on the washing machine--hell no I do not! Come on!-While he was sitting on the washing machine, I was jumping on his cock and the machine was vibrating, it was a great feeling inside. I had longed for it for a long time.He was massaging my boobs, twisting my nipples and kissing me wherever possible. When I turned my head to him, we French kissed for a while.After a while, I stopped and got off. He. “Hi. How are you feeling this morning?” “Um. I’m ok. I was just… I need to get to work.” I chuckled. “Look, I know that’s not true. You don’t need to freak out, ok? You look like you’re about to faint. At least let me give you some stuff you can wear other than that, it’s torn to shreds.” “You don’t have to worry about that, really. I just need to get home.” “Ok. But please, let me give you something to wear. I couldn’t live with myself if I sent a beautiful woman like you out looking like. ” I nodded in understanding. He continued, saying, “For all I know, I shall outlive your grandchildren, but I suspect that the number of the days I have left is fewer than the number that I have spent. It is time.”At this point, Siobhan broke in, looking at us without understanding. “The hodge? What is that? Are you going somewhere?”We all looked at her with smiles. Siobhan is both a very worldly woman and a very provincial one. She is Boston Irish and Roman Catholic and knew little of Islam.