Brittany looked over her shoulder, wide-eyed and desperate for an explanation.Vince pulled the duct tape from his pocket and pulled the end free, yank...ng the sticky side over her lips and winding it around her head until at least a dozen layers covered her mouth. Moving to her kicking feet, he tied her ankles and then stood, watching Brittany flop on the floor before him like a fish out of water.?MMMMPH! MMM-MMM-MMMM! MMMMMMMPH!?Grabbing the knot between Brittany’s ankles, Vince lifted her feet. "Darren, are you coming? Ireally need to talk to you!" Yeah Mom, be right there. I was talking to Sammy."I made my way to the kitchen and found my mother sitting at the nearbycomputer table. She was still wearing her office clothes, a verystylish burgundy suit and calf-length skirt ensemble she'd bought atNordstrom's. Normally, she'd have changed out of her work clothesimmediately, so whatever she had to talk to me about must have weighedheavily on her mind."So, what's up?" I asked, kissing. "Hey got a proposition for you guys," he stated. "Megan needs to break the ice having a back room session, you guys interested?" "Are you kidding me?" I replied. "How much is that going to cost us?" "Actually nothing," the manager said with a grin, "I need for her to learn to relax back there with the clientele, I'd like to get her broken in as soon as possible. I'd like to have her doing evening shows by Saturday night, if at all possible." "Damn," muttered Rick. "We're all in dude. Show us. They gazed at each other a while, eyes locking and becoming dark with desire. Nothing was said. Nothing needed to be said aloud, the eyes spoke volumes. Nick pulled her to him, and the door swung shut behind them. Cradled in his arms, Elise had never felt so cherished. They stood like that a moment, holding each other, feeling the beating of each others hearts and listening to the other breathing. Subtly, the atmosphere changed and the air felt charged around them. Nick pulled back from her.