Clutching her exposed breasts in her hands, she started to run towards the stage exit.As her dream continued, she was now backstage, safely away from ...he dancers and the crowd, but feeling guilty about not taking off her entire costume with the other dancers on stage. What she wanted was to strip completely naked, to feel the freedom of dancing nude with the others, but she could not go through with taking her clothes off.The cabbie reached up nonchalantly to adjust his mirror again, aiming it. Checking myself out in the mirror making sure I didn't make any marks or bruise myself up, I heard a knock on the door, "Shit," I thought to myself "Time to face the music." I unlocked the door and opened it to find Jessica standing their in her tight yoga pants and tight tank top, "we need to talk." I swear I swear I could taste and feel my heart beating in my throat. I tried to open my mouth and explain when it went dry and I couldn't say anything. She went onto saying, "I dont know what to. Just fine," the bouncer said, blushing. "I was ... uh ... just making sure you had your band on so you could get back in." Of course," she said, diplomatically not mentioning that the band in question, which she had paid a five dollar cover charge for, was on her wrist, not on a necklace chain on her chest. "Thank you for your concern."The bouncer mumbled something in reply, something her cognate hearing could not even make out, it was so inarticulate. He bothered her no more."Which way?". He couldn't see her pussy, but he knew it was there. He knew that a penis had penetrated it last night, just like his penis had penetrated Mallory's. And she'd received a load of sperm, just like Mal had. That sperm was probably still there ... possibly oozing into her panties as she cooked.But she looked just like she always looked."Can I help?" asked Mallory."You can have him teach you how to make coffee," suggested her cousin.She didn't quite sound surly, but she didn't sound carefree.