“Do that some more,” she whispered.So I did. I kneaded and squeezed, I kissed and licked. And I slid the generous bottoms of her pants asi...e and kissed my way into the sweet crevice between those luscious globes. As I had guessed from the earlier peep-show, she wasn’t wearing panties. Lisa moaned. I sat back to admire what my spreading hands revealed and wondered if she would be turned off by what I wanted to do, when she whispered, “Don’t stop.”So. ’ That was too much. ‘No Jessica,’ I said firmly, you don’t pay. I’m not poor so I pay.’ She gave a gurgling sort of laugh and said, ‘Aha, then you come with me.’ I’d walked right into that one without thinking about it. An extended but friendly argument now followed at the conclusion of which it was agreed that we would go to see the dancers, and we would both pay for our tickets. Having never seen Malaysian dancers the evening proved to be a revelation, what to my ears was strange percussive. I put one foot up on the dashboard so that my legs were spread quite wide. My god, I couldn't believe how turned on I was. My fingers slid deliciously up and down my wet slit, lingering over my hard clit. I closed my eyes and thought about the boy that came into the bar earlier that night. I pictured him coming back at closing and where things could go from there. I pictured his beautiful lean body leaning over me and his delicious shaved cock poised at my lips, knowing he would taste just. One thing about playing the concerts is that not every piece had to be new. I looked up my playlists from previous broadcasts—all the way back to when V2 started posting them. Several pieces I’d relearned and was comfortable with. I chose a mixed program that was half repeat and half new material—for me. Vinnie kept me supplied with new music that he wanted me to learn, even though I only saw him about once every two or three weeks during school. The last time had been the day before.