‘You just needed to give the rest of yourself the chance to stop the self-blame game. Once you did that, I bet you found it easier to open up to peo...le.’ ‘Oh, yes… both personally and professionally. Things are going much better at work now. I may even be up for a promotion!’ ‘That’s great, Robert!’ ‘As for the personal side… well, I’ve been able to open up to you and to several other ladies I’ve met socially.’ Gemma made sure Robert’s eyes were closed before frowning at that news. She wanted. Part of a growing chain throughout the country,The Rabbit Warren's big selling point, apart from top class food, wasthat it was themed like a gentlemen's club, and the waitresses, called'hostesses', all wore bunny girl costumes.It must have been licenced by the Playboy Corporation, but while thebunnies in the original clubs were women, at all of The Rabbit Warren'srestaurants the 'hostesses' were men in female bodysuits. Not only did Iapply for a job as a hostess, I was accepted!We got some. She watched my expression and shot me a toothy grin. Beka then turned towards the window and wondered out loud if anyone across the plaza could possibly see us. I ventured a guess it might be difficult, until after dark anyway. She nodded and shot me a wink.My cock was beginning to become a problem. The sway of her leg, her spinning back and forth in the chair, the tone of the conversation were all working their mojo on me."Where would you like to eat, Mister? Do you know the restaurants. My arms went round behind her and I pulled hertighter into me.Cynthia broke off again and walked over to the bed. She pulled back thesheet and got in. Then she held the sheet up inviting me to join her. Mydoubts were almost over, but this was a big step and I hesitated for amoment."Are you OK?" she asked."I think so, just a minute," I said. I looked at her holding up the sheet,inviting me into her bed. I looked at her body, the swell of her hips, herlong legs, her bush, her belly, her.