"Guess who's going to be my new boss," she asked Laura. "Did you get the message... about the reorg? That skinny scarecrow bag o' bones Shontay Gibson... Have you met her? You probably have... all you directors stick together, go the same meetings, share each others' secrets, right? Shit, I ain't looking forward to that, no ma'am. She's a stone cold bitch, if there ever was one. Everybody hates her."Laura said nothing. She tried not to let her face color. She looked down at her desk and shuffled. You flash your ID at the bouncer, tugging out a wrinkled five to pay your way inside. You like the crowd, it's easy to get lost in and not be noticed. It's impossible to find a table to yourself so you lean against the wall, shrugging out of your jacket, ordering a beer from a passing waitress. You scan the dance floor...looking for your doll. There are so many to choose from, but three in particular catch your eye. Now comes the time to choose...The first sits at a table by herself, wistfully. . Okay. She rarely drinks so when she has one or two, she’s feeling it. Level 1 is when she has one or two drinks and slips out of being shy and soft spoken into being bold and risqué. Sure enough, as she lies back down, she looks around the area and notices that more women had taken off their tops. She reaches behind her neck and unites the top string of her red two-piece, which exposes the top half of her tits. As time and wine coolers go by, she looked around again, looked at me and noticed. Angel rolled onto her stomach in reply and looked back at him with a mischievous grin."Tails it is then!" Michael spread her legs and moved forward. "Now normally I like to spend a few minutes enjoying an 'appetizer', but we are on a time constraint here and I know you need to get back to the stage soon. "Besides, something tells me that tight little pussy doesn't need much in the way of preparation for me!" he said, thrusting his fingers into her pussy once more."Ohh, Michael, please, baby,.