Then her dress was jerked up. Gasping, she dropped her knapsack and put out her hands to stop it. But instead her arms got tangled in the fabric as he... dress was lifted over her head…but not completely off, just up to her shoulders so that her head and arms were trapped as if inside a large cloth bag. She tried to struggle free but now the hem of the dress was being held closed above her head. The fabric was thin enough to let some light through but she was effectively blind. What was worse. Muscling my way through the onslaught of nerves, I grabbed my flower and got out of the car. ‘Fuck,’ I thought. ‘What if she’s freaked out by this? What if I’ve just made an incredible journey only to find out she’s going to be weirded out by the fact I’m here? Have I just screwed up whatever we might have with this unannounced appearance on her doorstep?’ Thousands of second guesses flowed through my mind in a split second as I stood there, trying to find the guts to walk the distance to the. "I'm not trying to run around town for this shit." Yes, Boss." He almost snickered, but held it."Get two. If you can find one with a RE license, better." Yes, Boss. Johns or non-Johns?"I paused. I didn't want to work, but I also didn't want any non-Johns living in the house. "See what you can find." He nodded.I took the clients to lunch and we did paperwork for an hour. Their income was well within the range. I had Juan wait with the client and took the twins with me to fax the paperwork to the. In the booth were 2 chairs and the dancer placed Liz on the one and me on the other, so that we were sitting across from each other. Now the stripper stepped right in between us. She was maybe in her 20ies with a fit, athletic body. Her skin was mocca brown and she was wearing a black negligee with black straps and stockings and string pantys. She bend over to me and said: "I will give her a lapdance and you just watch." With that said she turned around and started to dance for Liz. She was.