I tried my best to avoid him for the rest of the night. (If you recognize yourself I would have played with you if you would have been wearing at most...an underwear... but it was super awkward to see you walking through the place in your jean, shirt and boots.)I came back to my booth to take a break. When I got out I noticed that many people were inside the gloryhole area. I looked through a hole and on the corner a man was getting sucked by his woman. Behind her a crowd of men were trying to. She responds more than positively by throwing her whole body into the kiss, pressing her chest up against me, running her hands through my hair, grabbing my crotch through my jeans. This kiss lasted for quite some time, and took us to a few places. I ended up picking her up, holding her by the ass and taking her over to the counter, up against the wall, back to the couch, on the floor. And that was just the KISS, mind you.She had taken her shirt off and her hair was a beautiful mess by the time. She had played hard to get on the hockey too but had given in and appeared to have enjoyed herself. Perhaps she was playing hard to get. That was not a bad thing in itself.He thought back. Apart from lunch together after their first meeting and the hockey today it had all been business and professional. True she had shown a sense of humour during or particularly either side of their business meetings but that showed nothing other than that she was a girl of character and charm. Yes, charm and. I wanted a new face here. Don't get me wrong, all the girls that we have had as centers are great! It is just time for a new one. Becky happily agreed and the date was set. Mark got busy Monday making calls about lighting and stuff. I didn't really pay attention to all that, my mind was elsewhere.By Friday, I had cleaned every thing there was to clean, rearranged a few rooms and baked enough to hold my very own bake sale. I hated waiting. When I wasn't a center for the parties, it was just.