The plan was in place. Now to get it started. Mommy went out in the morning for her daily jog. It was one way she kept her mature body in such amazing...shape. Holly excitedly got on her phone and made a quick call. "Hello. Mommy will be back in about an hour. Come over if you want to play," Holly said into the phone then hung up to get ready. Right on time, Mommy entered the front door, exhausted from her run. Holly was nowhere to be found. She assumed Holly was out and went upstairs to take a. "It really sucks you couldn't find anyone to build the stage," Quint said, taking a drag on a cigarette."Yeah, but we can just have the audience stand in the field and have the bands play in the end zone," I replied. "Honestly, we'll probably save money that way."Terry McSwain, the bassist, looked at us "Did you guys say you needed someone to build a stage?" Yeah, but we couldn't find anyone," I responded."My Dad's a carpenter; he might be able to help." Really, that's great! Can you call him?". The other dancers werenot as nice since I had gone from cute waitress to competition. OnlyVeronica and Sierra knew my true story which helped and hurt. To thestaff I was just another girl but I had no one to share my fears ortroubles with. Veronica treated me coldly all night and it was very clearshe thought less of me for stripping. I wanted to yell at her that she hadgotten me into all this but my mouth wouldn't let it out. When we didtalk, it was cold and snippy.The night finally ended. ."How does that make you feel?"She tried to speak and found it took her a moment to compose herself. "Ha...I...it feels...makes me feel..."What did she feel?"Tell me." Aching..." And she moaned as the still steady flick of her fingernail up and down against the tip of her quivering clit brought slight, steady convulsions out of her."A little faster, a little more firm," was all he said.With every stroke of her finger tip, with slightly more pressure pressing against her clit, she felt it began.