Smoky air. Music. Sweat. A hand on my hips, the feeling of a hard cockagainst my ass. I was back in the club, I thought. I was swaying my bodywith tim...d precision, like I had danced all my life. I moved away fromthe hand as I felt it tuck something in the thong undies. I stood uptall, I squatted down, I spun, I kicked, I twirled around my pole. Thewhole time, every eye was on me. Every guy's cock hard, because of me. Ipulled at the string bikini behind me as I strutted the stage, and let metits. "But I have to take a shower." Blake said. "You can take one at my house." I begged him. "cool." he thanked me. Then we headed over to my house. my parents are out of town i told Blake, but he just smiled."I don't have any clothes to change in to." i'll let you borrow some of mine." I assured him. "Ok."he said."Do you think we could shower together?" I persued him," so we can save some water." Sure if it will save some water." replied Blake. So we went into the bathroom and started to take off. ” she saw I was confused. “My father was worried about decline in birth rate in family. Thought family line would die out. So he mate with all women in my family. Because all their husbands not get them pregnant. It was almost my turn with my father to mate with me. When Keitaro your father asked permission from my father to marry me. My father thought long and hard but finally agreed. But only under two conditions.”Akina froze and cried a bit. So Hiro asked, “What were the conditions?”I glared. Pete Elliot, writer and jazz enthusiast became my best friend at the paper, and often dragged me to smoky clubs, where stereotypical skinny men with goatees and berets hung out with statuesque brunettes with long long cigarette holders. Everyone dressed in black turtlenecks. I didn't get it.Neither did the real musicians.Pete and I met with many of the most famous jazz musicians of the time. Mostly I just smiled and shook their hands, not really recognizing their names or music, although I.