I stare at Mr. Gorgeous in open admiration--can't help myself, he's just my type—but unlike the other dusty gentlemen, he does not look my way once!...As he exits the elevator, he keeps his eyes straight ahead and brushes by so close to me it makes me think he doesn't even see me there! I blush and look down in confusion: I may not be the prettiest woman in the world, but I'm not that bad looking. I'm especially not used to going unnoticed in this way. Oh well, he's probably got some gorgeous. It is all I can do to stop myself from ripping off his trousers and filling my mouth with his cock."Wanna buy a girl a drink?" Hey, the old chat up lines are still the best.He takes out a second glass, fills it with a couple of ice cubes and a healthy slosh from the bottle and pushes it across to me. I swirl the ice around in the drink watching the refractions of light, allowing the alcohol to chill and then in one movement down it all, crunching on the ice cubes with my teeth as the alcohol. She began to resist, until I told her I had the Arabs phone number and a standing bid of 6 thousand. First we went shopping, evening gowns with long exposing slits and deep cleavage,lingerie,garters. Then to the sex shop for many kinky accessories. I put the collar and leash on her immediately. Saw three young black guys watching closely and nodded toward the back. I got some tokens and made sure we got a booth with gloryholes. I put tokens in the slot and took a seat, unzipped and presented. From thetelevision in his room, Julianne could tell that CNN already had itscamera turned on about five feet away on the other side of the door."Breaking News" was flashing at the bottom of the screen.Julianne could barely remember the last time he heard his male name.Maybe it was the time his last girlfriend in university found out hissecret and was screaming his name as she clawed through his dresses thefirst time he invited her over. Or maybe it was more recent than that,such as the time he.