The same surgeon Crystal saw for her augmentation did implants for half the girls that worked at the Men's Club. He knew what his clients from there n...eded and wanted, a big, round, juicy pair, and it helped that he had easy repayment terms. Crystal said he would finance the surgery for girls from the club out of his business receipts and let the girls pay in monthly or weekly installments. He made a nice profit in interest plus his regular fee. Crystal said his bonus was some epic champagne. With me dangling off the front of him I was receiving one of the best blowjobs I had ever had. There was no way my mouth could get to his knob, and so I tugged on his dick as a reciprocal gesture.Shortly, I was so overcome with horniness that I commenced unloading into John’s mouth to lustful groans of approval from him.When I again got to my feet more kissing ensued and strangely, I was actually really beginning to enjoy his oral approach.Before long John instructed me to kneel on the sofa in. So, on top of me giving my first blowjob to a complete stranger, while in drag, I'd apparently been used. Used and tossed away. Like a cheap tramp. Was it always like this? If I did decide to suck more dicks, was I always going to be treated like a quick plaything? Is this how women felt? Had I ever done that to a girl? I was pretty sure I had at least once, and now I felt like a complete dick. Was this karma? My penance? I was sentenced to a purgatory of wanting dick, but only. “Umm… no but… I mean… If you see me working… I can get you a private booth…” She managed to finally say, blushing and averting her eyes. Jack took the check from Blair and slipped the cash inside the booklet, along with a very generous one hundred dollar tip. “Kathy, right?” Jack asked, she replied with a shy nod. “You got yourself a deal and we always tip very well for servers that look out for us.” Jack replied with a smile and wrote Lauren and Blair’s number on the receipt. “If you change.