Chapter 2 The six dancers were the girlfriends of the bikers that frequented the Dead End Bar. It was a very thinly disguised secret that the girls tu...ned tricks in the Hurricane Room and quite often, drugs changed hands back there as well. Up front, Penny tried to run a clean establishment, but her clientele seemed hell-bent to run the place, and run the place into the ground. The lunch crowd was generally a quiet bunch. They came for the good, hot, reasonably priced meals and the cheap. Jim was wearing a tight tee shirt, and I watched as Mrs. Kegal rubbed her hard nipples against his bare arm. As she did this she pressed her crotch into his leg, and rubbed up and down on him, humping him like a dog. Then she reached behind him with her left hand and grabbed his ass. Jim just grinned and tried to keep singing and playing. Mrs. Kegal did the same thing to Ronnie, our bassist, who was about my height, and like me, a fairly skinny k** with brown hair parted at the side and bangs. I continued to lick her choot till her flow stopped and she smiled and said “maaza aaya”. I then told her to become doggy and she readily agreed and became doggy and I then parted her huge bums and started to sniff her anus and I liked the musky fragrance andI could not resist myself and I started to lick her anal hole and she shuddered and she bowed further down and she parted her legs a bit wider and she was moaning and as I licked her I could feel she was pushing pressure on her anal hole so. Recognizing her even from behind — no one else dressed like that at UK — I caught up to her and offered to help. ‘Oh, Mark, thanks! I guess that I shouldn’t carry so much, but I like to study in the library between classes.’ Left unspoken was the fact that it was difficult to study in her dorm room. ‘Not a problem. Where’s your class?’ ‘I’ve got a calculus class next, in the Classroom Building, and then two hours before French.’ ‘I’m headed to the same place, I’ll walk you.’ ‘You don’t have to.