My eyes grow accustomed to the dark, and I make out the shapely figure of a woman. You let go of my breasts and turn on a soft light, tell me that you...have something for me that I want. I am so curious. Look at her. She is about five foot seven, a few inches shorter than me, with beautiful tanned skin, dressed in a taupe pair of silk panties adorned with cream-colored lace, and on top she is wearing a cream-colored bra that is designed only for fun, not everyday wear. Instead of a bra, it. I stepped out of the bath, hung my clothes up and donned a soft white bathrobe. Without saying a word I slipped out of the wetroom and onto the landing. So where was the pic room, and more to the point, where was Heather?I turned left along the landing, looking for the Pic Room. I passed the Men Only room on the left and the Girls Only room on the right. The last door on the left said Pic Room. I entered the room which was in darkness save for the glow coming from a large plasma screen at the. To me, her body and expression oozed fertility and sexuality. She had a great smile and very lively eyes that danced everywhere.Normal protocol in that type club is that the girl puts her top back on before she moves away from wherever she is standing. Not this woman, at least not this time.She peeled away from the guy in the suit the second the song ended and was quickly in front of me, asking me if I would like a table dance. She smiled frankly at me with her breasts bared and pointed at me. Sometimes you did.’ ‘You have been a great friend, Chloe,’ I said. ‘Sometimes I think you kept me sane when I was working too hard.’ ‘And you did the same for me when I broke up with that worthless arsehole of a boyfriend. You covered for me when I was falling apart, listened to my ranting and raving, and helped me through a bad time.’ ‘He was an arsehole, wasn’t he?’ ‘Yes. The only thing I regret is that it took me so long to see through him.’ ‘He seemed decent enough when I first met him,.