I had several favorites. But one woman in particular really got to me. Her name was Jocelyln. She had blonde hair, probably dyed, big eyes, pouty lips... and perfect breasts. Sometimes she would whip one of the lucky male models. Jocelyn was joyfully methodical when she was whipping a man. Like every stroke of the whip was money in her bank. It was like she was counting the exact number of strokes she was giving out. And I could tell by the way her eyes moved, that she aimed the whip with. God, I love my job, and I really love dicks! Too soon he is ready to come. I pound up and down on him faster, and massage his balls with my hand. He fills my puti with a nice big load of warm come. His time is finished. He pays me, and gives me $40 extra, saying I am such a goodwhore. We kiss, and he pulls up his pants and leaves.I go back out onto the main floor, still all naked. His come is dripping down my legs, but I don't mind. I see a cute younger guy staring at me. He asks me what he. Then her legs got weak and I told her to take her clothes off and lay them on the concrete then get on them and let me fuck her some more.“She told me again not to cum in her pussy and that if I’d let her get one more, I could cum all over her titties. She got a big one and I did too, then while I was still shooting cum, I stood up and sprayed it all over her.“I looked up and there was Barb, leaning on the front fender of her momma’s car, looking down at her.”“OH MY GOD. Josey, you should be. I told her about my morning and the club over a couple of great Publix deli sandwiches and a cold beer. Of course, she believed every word I told her. NOT!“Bullshit. Really, what is that thing and where did it come from and why was it on MY table?” she asked.“O.K., I’ll show you. Just sit there while I clear the table,” I said.So, I got up, cleared the table. Making sure I only touched the club where it was covered by my jacket, I laid the club on the table in front of her.“Touch it,” I told.