I saw a few areas that look promising: quiet, tree-lined streets and well maintained homes. I contacted a realtor the next morning and started looking...around for a nice house in a good area. There was no need to hurry. I have two weeks before I’m supposed to officially check in. I’m anxious to get to work, though, and serendipity being what it is I found the house I want on the second day of my search.Since I started work five years ago I’ve lived frugally. I’ve managed to put aside enough. Most looked like converted garages or machine shops. None of them was hiring but all three offered her time as a free-lancer, four short dances each hour for three hours at $25 per dance which meant $300 a night. The house fees varied from fifty to eighty dollars a night and all three places let girls keep whatever they made in tips for talking with customers or doing private dances. Lap dancing was not allowed, and dancers were supposed to supply their own music in CD form unless they wanted. Etta was quite a good player herself, was patient with my bidding mistakes and always had a tip or two–or a compliment–after I played a bid we had won. ‘You can play with me anytime,’ she often declared, as I left the chair so her husband could rejoin the game. Etta was about 5′ 4′ and a very foxy, short-haired, ‘dirty’ blonde package with a slender but curvaceous figure and a drop-dead gorgeous ass. Picture Chloe Foster with short dirty blonde hair as a 40-year-old milf and you would not be. God knows how many people had already seen her naked and who had nude drawings of her hanging on their walls. Two days later I came home from my morning job and found Maria nude on a chair in our living room. Sitting in a semi-circle around her were seven people and they were all busily sketching away. I raised an eyebrow, but said nothing; there would be time to talk about it when every body was gone. Her arguments were persuasive. The college paid her one hundred dollars an hour to sit for.