" She smiled at him as though what she was telling him was the most natural thing in the world. "I guess it must have been the combination of booze an... drugs but pretty soon we were naked and not long after that we weren't dancing." She laughed. "Well I guess we were. But the horizontal kind, you know, the mambo."Just then a young good looking guy came over to where they were sitting. He leaned in and smiled at Anne as he held out his hand. "Would you care to dance?"I was as surprised as. . No working girl wore anything less than a 5" pump unless she was wearing some kind of fetish outfit."You'll be on in 15 minutes Ms. Sandi," said the temp. I could feel applicants 3 and 4 checking me out. No doubt wondering how a girl on the wrong side of 30, not 'Principal Pretty', and not, apparently, any kind of celebrity had rated the highly desired #2 slot. Bite me bitches, I thought. If things went well, what was so special about me would make the rounds soon enough. Juicy gossip like. Mjhe ek dost ne bataya tha ki nariyl oil se malish karne se tight rahta hai or size bhi bdta hai tbhi to mera 11th me hi 7 inch ka ho ggya tha ….Nxt day school me mjhe simran dikhi us ne sakirt or shirt phni hui thi us ke boobs ko dekh ke frr se mjhe chachi ki yad aa gayi or frr vhi pent me vo frr se bhar ane ko ho gaya . Maine apna hath pent me dala or sida kar ke thk kia taki kisi ko dikhe na or class me jane laga …aaj simrn bench pe mere sath vale desk pe bethi thi jiss se uske legs or 32 ke. "Al, hey Al, Henry's back!" she yelled in that sort of hoarse whisper-shout of someone wishing to yell without being heard too far away. A pot-bellied slight balding man in his mid-forties shuffled groggily into view from the battered trailer's tiny bedroom. He was holding an open half-quart can of beer and an unlit cigarette was dangling from his lower lip. It stayed there as he spoke, held in place by the wetness of the beer he'd obviously just finished. "Went like clockwork, huh, Henry?" he.