Let’s see what the girls thought of her.”We took our drinks to a table by the stage. A junkie pale red head walk by and asked if I wanted a lap da...ce. “I got Jenny here, but I would like some information. What’s the going rate for information on the dancer who got herself killed a couple of weeks ago?”“What do you want to know?” she asked.“Who was she fucking?” I asked.“The bartender or the bouncer should know that. Sharon was a local not a pro.” the red head informed us. The women in the club. Maybe he'll keep you and maybe not. Maybe he won't need or want two women in his house but I'm going to do my damnedest to show him he wants me. I plan to keep him well fucked, well fed, clean, happy and give him the best trained ISP he's ever seen. You understand that bitch?" Yes, Mistress Cleo." That's good because if making him happy means I have to break you too a bloody pulp, I'm going to do it and not think twice aboutit." Leaning back in the chair she smiled. "And as for fucking him, my. . Ring... "Hello?" Hello Rosie?" No this is Stella."I pictured the girl as I'd seen her a few months past just after her tenth birthday. She was a little spitfire of a Hispanic chiquita who was probably some pedophile's wet dream ... what I mean is that she had grown up young. She had a nice set of B cup tits on a slender little body that was plain tiny, I doubt she weighs 70 pounds in all her clothes soakin' wet. She couldn't be more than 4' 9" tall. I still measure shit (and people) in feet. Course every guy there has the hots for me (giggle), but Roger got it particularly bad. Guess it's quite frustrating for a middle-aged guy, having to look at a gorgeous sexy young girl all day every day Monday to Friday. Wife and children, all of that, but it made no difference to him – still desperate to get into MY knickers. No dice obviously, and I've blown him out now, but it was fun to keep him dangling for a while. Giggle. Yeah, poor guy, I toyed with him for ages.He thought he was.