Daddy squeezed the back of my neck as I writhed up and down on Matt’s fingers. Matt looked down to ask me if I was still nervous. I gave him a sultr... smile and looked to Daddy who gestured to me that it was time to go home.I rode home with Matt to help show him the way to our place. I’m sure Daddy wanted me to go with him so that I could give him a sample of my skills. His car was unappealing. I didn’t care to see evidence that he was a person. His gym bag. CDs showcasing his taste in bad. “I’ll eat it when I’m good and goddamn ready,” he said. “Got it?”“Yes,” she said.“Yes what?” “Yes sir.”“You want my mouth on it, don't you?” he asked.“Yes sir.”He paused for a few seconds before looking back down at it. “No, not yet. Not done looking.”She closed her eyes, knowing he was worshiping it, knowing he had forgotten that the rest of her even existed. He suddenly spoke, opening her eyes.“When I see something this beautiful, all I want to do is destroy it.” He looked her in the eyes.. I offered to let her lay down on my couch, but she insisted that she needed to go to work. I told her that I'd call them and let them know that she wasn't feeling well and would be going home. With me to vouch for her, she didn't have to worry. She smiled ad thanked me as she laid down on my couch.I called the office and told them that Stacy wasn't feeling well and drove home. They gave their well wishes and said that they'd see her tomorrow, and I promised to relay the message.Stacy was sound. Maybe it was.In any case, it was an enlightening experience. I learned a little about the alcohol business. Some about bars. More about human nature. It was no shock that guys wanted to score pussy, I’d known that for eons. But it was interesting the degree of desperation as the night went on. As the drinks went down.Maybe the girls do get prettier at closing time.The women, though, were even more absorbing. Their Stoli scrutiny was furtive, open, envious, pitiable. Whatever form the inspection.