My lips quickly arc upwards, forming a soft smile.“Good morning, handsome.”“Do something for me.” You politely await my reply even though this...favorite line of yours has long since ceased being a question. Really, more of a call and response because my answer is always the same:“Anything.”“Roll over. Touch yourself for me. Be a good girl for Daddy.”I can tell from the tone in your voice how hard you are already. The desire drips from each slow not quite so sleepy syllable. And these few simple. " Make it rain sweetheart."Angel let out a loud laugh before walking through the door. -+-+-After her dance on stage, Angel lingered around the bar. There were a few new girls that Rich seemed to have brought in, grooming them in the club's setting, and no doubt to then graduate them to working the streets. It's how he groomed all his girls, well, all except Angel.Overhearing a conversation between Tallia, an eighteen year old with a thick Ukrainian accent, thick wavy blond hair, and big blue. The result was hilarious. The chair fell over because I saw feet in the air then the top of a head and eyeballs looking over the counter before he summoned up enough courage to open the door.By the time he managed to open the door I decided to continue the rouse. In my angriest voice I could muster, "Where is your Chief of Security? He was to meet us here an hour ago!"The name tag he wore said he was Richard. "He never comes down here. His office is over at the main building. He may be over. This has led to some officers questioning the effectiveness of the TTC concept. Their attitude is that the techniques used by Special Forces, LRP and advanced infantry patrols could not be effectively combined and function successfully in the field. Part of this is driven by the view that they don't think any woman has the necessary long-term stamina to be useful, or should even be in any combat situation. The other oddity is that not much has been said about it at briefings." We could leave at.