“Is there a problem, officer?” I asked sweetly, pursing my lips a little as I batted my green eyes at him. “You might say that ma’am. I clocke... you doing four times the speed limit there.” “I’ll bet you did. Guess I must have a pretty good reason, huh?” “Look ma’am, I don’t want to—“I cut him off. “I’m Sonia Savich. You get on your little walkie-talkie and speak to the Chief of police. He’s been briefed. Then, when you’re done cussing yourself out for being such an idiot, you can give me. The last question had been, ‘What do you like to do for fun?’ She’s answered truthfully. ‘Write.’ She had learned later from her coworker Marco, that they had chosen her because a studious pretty girl was likely to get into the club quicker, but actually take notes and write the article. ‘So I got the job…because I’m boring.’ ‘Yup. Pretty much, girl.’ Marco, her cubicle neighbor and steady friend of three years was a well-dressed bar of dark chocolate with a country twang. He was a head. Mistress would see us and grin.Meanwhile, our shows got tighter.Remember the old Helen Reddy song "I Am Woman?" I sang lead on that one,and the crowd seemed to act as if it was in on an inside joke.We did "Single Ladies."We did "I Feel Good."We did "Under My Thumb."We did "My Boy Lollipop" while Mistress played with a large vibrator onstage. At the line that talks about her boy being sweet as candy, shedragged it across my lips."It was a hoot, for the band and for the crowd. Again, we weren't. She walked around in front of him, and said “ I don’t know” My ass looks good in this, but I like way the other top showed off my boobs. As she arranged her boobs in the tight top for maximum cleavage. Brent thought her tits looked great in this also. She turned back toward him and stood in front of him and bent over again so he could look at her cleavage. “How it this compared to the first one?”Ummm well you can’t see as much of your,, ummmm boobs, but it still looks good.”Mmmm she said as.