I said “no, I’m a class act” and I gave her the job. Well after working at a Strip Club she knew how to be friendly and handle people. The summe... was usually slow but with Suzy I had repeat customers coming in all the time. One night after closing Suzy and I struck up a conversation and she said “you know I don’t make as much money here, but I have my dignity, thanks. A week later I asked her out and on our first date we wound up at my place. We were drinking and making out on the couch when. That mysterious woman in the black dress with the diamond earrings sparking in the light of the big chandeliers was just something I could not resist taking a peek at. The way she somehow came alive on the dance floor as she moved in time to the music held an indescribable attraction.When the waltzing was over we returned to the table and resumed sipping champagne until the food was brought out. The food was quite delicious and wonderfully presented. The food was in fact so good, it was almost. It didn't take much coaxing on my part to get him to French kiss me right there in the airport. (We had never been big on PDA's) In the most sultry voice I could muster, without sounding like I had a bad case of laryngitis, I welcomed my husband home and kissed him again. He held me at arm's length, for a minute to look at the dress and I twirled for him hoping that he might catch a glimpse of my black garter belt and stockings. By the silly grin on his face, I guess he did. We. The hinges sounded again, that familiar sound echoing back strangely from my dreams, and it broke me from the spell. I beckoned to him. He stood slowly, like a beast with its eyes trained on a hunter. I held my breast through my gown with a hand and shifted beneath the blankets, so the fabric dipped between my spread thighs. Still afraid to speak, wary that a sound might send him scurrying, I quirked my fingers again. Come. He did. Still slowly, moving gently, almost. The boards of my attic.