I was able to listen to her a little more than usual because there was little that I had to do to make her look amazing. That's when she surprised the...hell out of me."Make me look as butch as possible." she said. I was stopped in my tracks. If anyone would have stood this woman in a line up with ten other women and asked me to pick out the Lesbian, she would have been my last pick. She looked so feminine and gorgeous, I would have thought that she would have wanted to use that look to secure. I heard some girls are drugged and continue being pimped out just to get a hit. She didn’t do that. But there must have been something else, another kind of high she was getting from all of this. Like last night. She was there. Her pimps were in the kitchen. She was nude, of course. She had just finished serving them beers. The doorbell sounded. They ordered her to answer it. There was a surprise for her. She grinned all happy. So stupid, she was. She skipped her way to the door like it was. Some people would say her eye makeup was too heavy, but I thought it looked incredible on her. Her insecurity only made me want to love her more. Knowing that she couldn’t do anything without music, I switched on the radio and we began to prepare dinner in sync to the beat. Even when we were silent, it wasn’t an awkward silence. It felt comfortable, right. She dropped a slice of cheese onto the floor, and as she bent over I got an eyeful of her breasts. I felt my jeans tightening. I’ll admit. She moved it closer and closer to his crotch. His cock was becoming very hard now with the touches of her hand on his thigh. She knew it. She finally reached his crotch and gently rubbed it through the material of his jeans. She was pleasantly surprised as to the size of it. That was one thing Steven never had any qualms about. He had a modest seven inch cock. She looked up at him and gave a big smile and rubbed it a little more feeling it getting even harder. The taxi pulled up to her flat..