. mmm... I'm not sure if..." If what, you want to or... ?" uhh mmm... if I should even be here... "The next song was starting, and Camille stood up. ...Well?..."She always found the eyes to be telling. A certain hunger in most. In this one she saw curiosity, and just a little bit of fear.She leaned in close, and began to dance. Camille's body was full and curvy, the classic exotic dancer, and she knew how to use it to her best advantage.This club, the dancers were not allowed to remove their. Not only was that not going to press the area, it would also keepher reputation as a lesbian intact. She didn't like the idea of me leavingduring daylight hours in my "boy" clothes. If I wanted to stay, on theother hand, she said she'd do something very fun for her, but something Imight not like at all. She didn't say what, and I was actually too afraidto ask. I accepted the skirt. She added a pink "Girl Power Gym" sweatjacket, a tiny purse, and some ankle socks to my wardrobe. With my. She waved back and headed over to me. "Hi, Mickey. How are you? You just missed Rona. She left to go home not ten minutes ago," she said without any prompting from me. "Yeah, hi, Cecilia. I thought I could catch her and maybe take her out for dinner. Guess, I missed the bus. "Say, I am very sorry to hear about you . . ." I said. "Thank you, Mickey. I appreciate it. I guess God had other plans this time," she said. I nodded. "Well, okay," I said. "Maybe you and Frank can come over again. I knocked once. She swung open the door, pulled me inside and kicked the door closed as she wrapped her hands around my head and kissed me, passionately. Our tongues fenced for a few seconds before she took my lower lip into her mouth and gently bit it, grabbing two handfuls of my hair. My hands roamed up and down her back as my tongue swirled inside her lips and across her teeth.She pulled away slightly, still holding my lip firmly but gently in her teeth. Staring me directly in the eyes, she.