A second scream was sort of cut off, as if something had been stuffed in the screaming mouth. Dulcie had her mobile out."Go in," she said, "I'm callin... three nines."Three nines is supposed to be the British emergency call system. I had a friend who was hassled by a guy who got violent. She saw him come in the gate and dialled 999. He'd kicked the back door in and was standing beside her before she got through to the police control-room. Fortunately he was 'making a point' and didn't actually. I found myself in a part of the airport I'd never seen; a disconcertingly empty hallway with a few doors on each side. The gentleman opened one of the doors and directed me inside. My latest escort then seemed to vanish into thin air.I found myself inside a small conference room. A clean-cut, middle-aged Caucasian man greeted me with a firm handshake, before closing the door behind me. He was wearing a coat and tie; his expression was serious but not unfriendly. "Hello, Jake," he said amiably.. I'd never had a "working girl" do me before, but she sure seemed to know what she was doing. When I felt her mouth sink all the way down on me so that he lips were pressed against my pubic mound I was in heaven. Then she started bobbing her head in earnest! I couldn't believe it, she was soon fucking my stiff dick with her mouth and her hands were clasped behind her back. I'd never experienced anything like it before. I began to rise up to meet her plunges and this didn't seem to overly. The girls turned down a ride home and started walking down the street. Jughead and Reggie hopped into his car and drove off. As they were driving along, Reggie was thinking about his plans for Cricket and their 'date.' He figured to make a bundle of cash off of her talents.Once he dropped off Jughead he headed home and waited for that evening before calling Cricket up and asking her out. He figured that he could get her to date him in a couple of days, that would give him plenty of time to set.