"YOU CAME"I had just arrived minutes earlier in Miami Beach's number one strip club, 'The Pink Pussy' and one look at Nicole and you understood why it...was number one and how it lived up to its name.At twenty-three she was at the height of her beauty and exuded a sexuality that was overpowering, undeniable... even as she had run over to me I had seen thirty sets of eyes follow her, drinking in her splendor, jealous of the attention I was receiving.She was about five foot seven but her upright. My mouth desired to say many things, but I managed to keep my mouth shut. My fingers continued their workout with my new fantasy running through my head until I just couldn't hold out for another minute. "Oh, shit." My pussy let loose yet again and with the end result was me smiling again. "I don't think I need Sal if I can watch them." My eyes closed. As my mind went to my dream state, my mind was thinking about fucking both of them. I heard some foot steps and assumed they were Sal's. Thought. " Isn't that a little dangerous?"Emma shook her head. "Not as much as you might think. The people here are all dedicated swingers, so they don't wander and try something or go with someone new unless it's here. They're a lot more careful with their health than anyone else." She smiled. "This makes Saturday nights a lot freer than Fridays, and a lot kinkier." Kinkier?" This crowd will give you a chance to try things you haven't done before." There aren't many things I haven't tried," Devlin. I turned off the hotplate and examined the liquid. A cautious sniff revealed it to be both pungent and wholly unappetising: imagine if you will a mix of methylated spirit and some very musky perfume. ‘Sorry, Uncle,’ I said, ‘but no way.’ But all the same, I felt sad about it. After all, I was looking at a man’s life work, and I had promised him on his deathbed that I would use it as he intended. Drinking the liquid was out of the question, but I could not think what else to do with it. Uncle.