I agree he needs to have more sexual self-confidence. I also agree that me having sex with him is probably the best way. But..."Mike pushed down hard ...n my clit sending pleasure waves pulsating through my inner core. "Ah...oh...ah...Mike...wait...let...me...fin..."He twisted his knuckle inside my pussy while increasing his palm's pressure on my clit. "Wait for what, Miranda? You don't want to wait to cum, do you?" He pinched my nipple hard.My groan morphed into a growl with the pleasurable pain. But we went any way.We heard of this place that had decent music and a good mix of ages.We got dressed up and headed out for the night. We weren't there for very long and we hit the dance floor. Some music we knew was playing and we danced and held each other tight. Not that you could help it, the dance floor was packed... Kind of exciting having bodies rubbing and bumping against you all the time.We had been looking for a nice relaxing night, and this certainly had all the makings of one.. ”I’d been in City Hall once when several square downtown blocks lost power. As I rode up to the top floor, to Bulldog’s office, I decided to think of something besides climbing up and down 42 stories.The three Dragon Ladies, hunched over Apple keyboards, hardly glanced at me. Two of them were also on the phone.Emile Chanson was in his usual place, at his own desk, in Bulldog’s large corner office. An office far more majestic than the mayor’s a few floors below. I nodded at Emile, half-buried. And there's evena special outfit waiting for you."He was unsettled when he saw what he was expected to wear in front of aroomful of strangers. It was a thong and the tiniest possible sailorsuit, with a bare-midriff blouse and teeny tiny skirt, plus low whiteheels with blue trim. Missy set a pink sailor's cap atop his head andtold him he would be a hit with the crowd. They got him dressed, withmultiple hands accidently-on-purpose stealing feels, put his hair into astiff wave, and went to work.