I was raised better than that, though. I couldn't just throw myself at him. Besides, I wanted him forever, not just for a night. Ever since my first n...ght at Exposé and he pulled a drunk thug off me, and then walked me to my car at the end of the night like a gentleman. Every night after just made the desire burn more. Imagining that he was the only one in the audience was how I got through some nights when I first started. Especially the private lap dances. I used to imagine I was writhing. Her black and white stockings came up to meet her skirt, which complemented her three-inch black stilettos. The top two buttons of her shirt she always kept undone just to tease her classmates with her sexy cleavage. She stood about five foot and four inches tall and prided herself in being everyone’s dream girl in college, though she never really dated.Kate’s uncle suddenly walked in the store with a box full of new items.“Damn it, Kate, you look like a fucking whore with your shirt like. You are the best brother a girl could wish for, Jack."The hand that was cupping her little buttock smoothed its way downward and dipped between her cheeks, a hot moistness greeting my fingers."Are you wet for your brother, Stacy?" I goaded, needlessly."Always," she sighed with longing."Ooooo," she moaned, rolling her hips as I wiggled my slender middle finger up into her tight cunthole.She was slick and tight in there, and I eagerly stroked every inch of her teenaged pussyflesh."Ahuh, ahuh,. Her pain bubbled and boiled just like that red hot molten lava that his new boss Doc studied in his friggin’ volcanoes. It was a pain they shared, but he knew that Simone took the brunt of it. His pain was only compounded by not being able to ease hers. He had loved her from the moment he walked into that diner in Charleston. Her loud mouth and thick Caribbean accent that he learned later was more an act than anything. Her laughter. Her soft womanly body that filled out her jeans…and then.