'I've got to stop this. Concentrate, old chap, ' he admonished himself. He turned and crossed the room, seeking out a garish old dowager whose cacklin... laugh could be heard in all corners of the room. He led her out on the dance floor, just in case Ms. Helling was watching. Hopefully she didn't personally know the woman. If so, and she confronted him with it later, he was confident he could cover himself. After all, he'd spent the last 22 years doing just that.The dance finished and he noted. For women as a beauty parlor and for men as a placewhere they too can find the kinds of satisfaction women can provide.There were always far more "assistants" and private rooms in that shopthan beauticians, and far more sexually provocative ladies than therewere chairs, I'd notice whenever I dropped my wife off. Which would Iend up as? I had no idea yet.I wriggled in anticipation, luxuriating in my silk nightie, and then Itoo fell asleep.(c) 2017 by Vickie Tern . Karen first noticed the blonde girl from Brooks’ crew on the dance floor. She had cleaned up quite nicely. She exuded strength and vitality as she gyrated in a sensuous rhythm. As the song ended, the blonde gave her partner a warm hug. That was when Karen realized it was Jess Brooks. Karen wondered why that fact bothered her.Karen was taking a sip from her second drink when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see a slightly older man.“I hate to see such a pretty woman sitting all. Damn she looked so good. When she was running on the treadmill her boobs were jiggling up and down and give me such a hard on. I wanna fuck her so bad but I don’t want to lose my job. She might complain that I was hitting on her and then I might lose my job. Honestly he didn’t know what to expect from her. There was a bit of mystery about her that made him hot just thinking about it. All of a sudden he saw someone walk out from the women’s locker room. It was Laura my god. She was wearing a.