As she had surmised earlier in the day, Candy noticed almost every male driving by looking down at her shoes. She had to admit; the heels made her leg... look that much better, even if walking in them wasn't the easiest. Her crotchless pantyhose came in handy for every john she worked, each saying they wanted her to keep those incredible shoes on during sex. One of her customers from a few nights earlier recognized her even in her wig, and told her he had a present for her. Handing Candy a huge. "Of course he's fucking paying," Al insisted. Desmond sets off up the stairs and Sandra follows, I motioned to Al and we went through to the kitchen and Al lit up a smoke; "Johnno," Sandra shouts after a bit, "He says he don't fancy me and says he'll pay twenty quid if we fuck off." Al sets off out the door and I followed him up the stairs and along to Dessie's bedroom, Sandra sat on the bed with her skirt round her waist slowly wanking herself with four fingers of her left hand jammed up. Be careful, he is dangerous.”“How can he and guys like Steen Tirkov be in business on Union side anyway?”She got up.“Care for a cup of coffee, while I educate you and transfer all we got on Nick Harlequin to your ship?”“Yes why not, I am in a general hurry and really want to get back to my ship but I am not that pressed for time.”Cherubim wore a black and gray bodycon dress with a skirt that ended above her knees. Her almost certainly fake blonde hair fell straight down her back with a crisp. Jane, slightly taller, with a shoulder length black bob, was wearing a loose summer dress over her lithe, slim figure."Is Lauren there?" asked Kirsten, smiling."No." I said, still pissed.Kirsten looked at Jane and grinned. "Can we wait for her?" I saw both girls looking me up and down. Jane's gaze lingered on my tight, hairy chest, while Kirsten made little pretence of NOT noticing the bulge in my tight blue shorts.I stepped aside and waved them in. The walked up the stairway to the kitchen.