All I could do was shake my head. Strip clubs were not target-rich environments for me or anyone, really—especially dives like this one. The ratio o... women to men, for one thing, was all wrong—probably one woman for every nine or ten guys in the place. Secondly, only guys with low CAP scores tend to still frequent clubs like this anymore. I will admit, there did seem to be a few marginal volunteers here—just like at our previous stops—but that appears to have been by design, judging by how they. “Why were you late?” I purred, my fingers digging into Mrs. Albert's plumb butt-cheeks.“Well...” Tonya squirmed. “Seth and I lost track of time. That's all, Mommy.”Mrs. Alberts shuddered.“And you weren't being a bad girl, were you?” I asked, my heart pounding. My bush was soaked with my juices. Some drops of my cream leaked past my silky pubic hair and dribbled down my thighs.“Of course not, Mommy.” Tonya sounded like such a little girl. Much younger than her twenty years.“Then you won't mind. His hands are all over you. You hook your leg behind his and rub against his leg. When you come back to me I discretely touch you and you are soaking wet. I ask would you like to fuck him. Again you dont answer me but wrap your body around mine and give me a passionate kiss. While were standing at the bar the same guy comes over and starts chatting. There is a lot of sexual tension in the air. He and I have you between us. You lean into him and press your breasts on his arm and chest. I stand. Brenda had turned on the TV and was sitting naked on the floor in front of it. Before she knew what was happening, I snapped a photo of her in that position. She wasn't mad about it, but was concerned about where I was going to have the film developed.A few minutes later there was a knock on the door and Brenda ran into the bathroom while our luggage was delivered. After the bellman left, Brenda came out and started putting things away. I had slipped on a pair of shorts to answer the door, but.