He looks at alarm clock. Only 3 AM. Another bad dream, like every night. Turning on the light, he examines the surroundings. The shitty apartment is s...ill the same: only 9m², a metallic bed with a hard uncomfortable mattress, some wood shelves and other arrangements, a real tiny kitchen area, paint past and scaled of the walls... there is even no bathroom and toilet (they are share with others apartments). At least, rent is cheap and university isn't far. Suddenly, he bursts in tears. After all. To taste him. To feel his arms wrapped around her. And even if he didn’t want to have a relationship with her, all Polly wanted was to have one more night with him. Polly paced around the room nervously, a vodka in one hand and a cigarette in the other, overwhelmed with a feeling of déjà vu. She deluded herself that if she spent more time with Dave that he would realise that she was different from all his other conquests and that she was more than just a stripper. But the irony was, if Polly. She undid the ties on her halter-neck top and the buttons on her skirt, then released him from her mouth and stood up.They were both naked now.Then, all in one fluid motion, she wrapped her arms round his neck and fell back onto the bed, pulling him on top of her.‘Now, fuck me,’ she ordered. ‘Please, fuck me? I can’t wait any longer.’He raised his hips, his cock found her pleasure hole and he pushed forward slightly.‘Yes’ she said, with a little purr of pleasure, ‘more, harder.’He pushed in a. Probably hadn't been that long since she'd hosted the SS in the same spot.He thought they were doing all right with the two girls, but when the time came Meacham went off with his and Ed's blew him off and sat down with a local. Cursing his shitty luck, he turned back to the bar and ordered another. The bartendress just seemed amused by his plight and he had to admit, it was pretty fucking funny, Sad Sack loses again. They hardly spoke a word, communicating more in nods and laughter, but when.