"No more need be said, Robert. Just know that I can make that happen, if you are willing to do what must be done." You can?" Robert eyed the nattily-a...tired man with suspicion. "How're you gonna do that?" he asked. "You sure as hell don't look like no biker to me."The man laughed. "Me, a biker? Oh, no! Those contraptions are far too dangerous for my blood. However, I do have what you might call an 'in' with the club." No shit? Really?" Robert's eagerness overcame any doubts he might have had.. . I really want a nice cock inside me...to stretch my tight wet pussy...This time I imagined being out clubbing somewhere, and I was getting really tipsy...I was wearing a nice short skirt with a nice small thong... and a tank top with no bra.... and of course im horny... so even the way I danced, was sensual and people can tell I was horny from my face... and my eyes... it was a vibe that I was giving off...im just moving my hips and ass so sensually, and at the same time looking around to see. She turned away from Victoria and headed for the elevator to leave. Miranda was surprised to discover she was actually crying, without really knowing why. Finally the elevator opened and she went inside, a hand slammed against the door. Victoria stepped in the elevator and the door closed. Miranda brought a hand up to shield her face not to show Victoria the tears. What, what is it Randa babe? Victoria said in an almost whisper. Victoria gently took the hand from Mirandas face and saw the. ”. “Don’t worry about that. We will use the empty berths”. I slipped of my slippers and settled down on my berth to sleep.I was wearing a sleeveless sky blue colored top and a dark blue denim jeans. I had neatly tied my long black hair on my either sides. I had a pair of small pin point ear rings on my ears. A thin bracelet was around my right wrist. A thin waist chain was hanging loosely around my hips. A pair of anklets with chymes decorated my ankles. These were my usual gold jewelery. I did.