I could tell that she was very close to cumming and I wanted to taste every bit of her. I started to get faster and faster when finally she came all i... my mouth. I started to slow down still tasting every bit of her. I got up kissed her and told her that she tasted so good. She kissed me again and then started running her tongue down my neck to my breasts and then down to my wet pussy. She ran her tongue up and down my pussy then looked at me and said she wanted to taste more of me. She. You came in and got mad. I went and danced with another guy named...crap..I don't remember his name. But I danced with him and then all I remember is being dragged out of Ember against my will." I ramble off quickly. "So you don't remember the police showing up?" I shake my head and I close my eyes as if to summon that memory. "Well, Luke saw you were kissing Brandon in the corner of the club and he didn't like it. Him and Brandon got into a huge fight> You yelled some hateful things at. The pay is unbelievable.”I chuckled, “As in unbelievably low?”She nodded, “$5.00 an hour! I could barely buy gas for my car, let alone pay insurance on that!”“Welcome to the real world!” Josie laughed. “My first job paid $2.35 an hour! And that was working at McDonald’s. Ugh!”“How can anyone make it on so little money?” Samantha asked.“I think you’re starting to understand something Steve intended for you to learn.”“May I ask what you pay Lucas?”“$9.00 per hour,” Elyse said. “He’s also eligible. A lot of it. Almost like a cheap whorehouse. Probably trying to mask the smell of French fry grease.“Come sit beside me,” I told her, patting the couch. Part of me, the motherly part, wanted to pry into what had her acting guilty. Did she hook up with a boy after work? She never really dated, too hung up on her crush on her daddy. Now that Clinton was dead, she might finally be ready to date again.Or yearn for another man of the house.“It’s late, Mom,” Zoey complained, sitting down, her brassy.