Somehow, I held out longer than I had initially thought. But when Candy came in for a lap dance I felt the fantasy grab hold of me. Reality faded a sp...it second after she had begun grinding her half-naked body against mine. The transition between reality and fantasy was so smooth that I almost did not notice it. But when it finally dawned upon me that I could now do whatever I pleased without fear of repercussions, I stopped fighting. Mmmmm! I moaned as I pulled Candy in for a long, passionate. No money changed hands between the patron and the woman, unless it was for performing more than the standard service. Every time a key left its hook, a colored tag replaced it. When the key came back, it was hung over the tag. At the end of the evening, the woman was paid three dollars for every tag on her hook. Between dancing and going upstairs, the full service women made ten to twenty-five dollars a night. That was huge money in eighteen-seventy-seven.We ran through the song a couple of. Loosen up a bit, relax.I tried to. I was still nervous as hell, but I spread out my hands a bit, loosened up my legs, and pretended to watch the TV.Varsha: So, what do you do?Me: I’m a ghostwriter. I write books for other people to publish under their name, and sometimes I work for myself. I know it might be unexpected for you. I have a generic programmer face.Varsha (chuckling): Yes, you do actually look like a programmer. But it takes brains to write books and a lot of courage. Programming. You have a massive hard on and have decided you will Fuck her hard, like we agreed. She comes back and gives you your drink. You too make small talk, briefly know eachother. She's sitting on the other sofa, her round ass and smooth thighs look so sexy. You stand up to look in our garden, but planning your next move, after pacing around, you casually sit on her sofa, she tries to Sit normally, but it's too late. You continue the conversation, but gently rest your hand on her thigh, she brushes.