The dance over, Callie went back stage to await any offers that might come her way.Within five minutes of being off stage her first offer of the night...arrived and it was a huge amount of money. She wondered what sort of perverted kinks she would be asked to try for that amount of money if she accepted. She shrugged and nodded to the bouncer, she needed the money for a new watch she had her eye on, so what the hell. After all, she was reasonably protected here.As she walked into the private room. Gently sliding her hand over his suite, playing around with the tie, just slowly teasing with her lips and eyes, eating him up, causing an earthquake of emotions to flow through his veins down to the ground. His movements slow but steady, a gentle touch of the cheeks, and a pull towards him. Kissing her gentle, going wilder by each kiss, romance turns to passion, and passion to a free for all wild entanglement. The hand slowly moves from her face to her neck grabbing her and looking at her. She. It must have read my mind, because it stopped kissing my mouth and neck. Without breaking contact with my nipples, it managed to rip my shirt down the middle and slide it off me. I wasn’t wearing pants. I guess, since I don’t wear panties to bed, that I didn’t here. The free ends of those arms began to caress my back and stomach, trailing down my hips and legs. They wrapped around my ankles. Pulling my legs apart, I felt ANOTHER arm slithering around the area where my leg joins my hips. Oh my. Then I placed two more orders. A dozen red and pink roses to be delivered on the seventeenth, Monday, and a dozen yellow roses delivered on her birthday. The card with the red and pink roses would read, ‘You inspire me.’ The birthday card read, ‘You are the gift.’ I made up those messages too. No signature on any card. I used a PayPal account and paid for the flowers. I went back to work and at six the buzz came again. The day of work was over. On my walk home I realized that on her birthday.