I think she's known since you first danced for her." Really??" Yeah. And so, when I was helping out with the scenery, remember? She pulled me aside an... told me. I think she could tell I was getting ... uh... 'attached' and wanted to warn me before my heart got broken, or yours. She said you had enough to deal with already." I feel just terrible!" Why?" Because! I should have had the guts to tell you when we first met. I almost did, so many times! But..." But what?" ... I was too afraid. I...". Marsha shouldered her issue handbag. The outstanding warrant was for some unpaid fines - the notorious Gayle Davis having been 'BUSTED' downtown... "Well..." she thought, tugging apathetically, at her shirtsleeve, "... I hope this prostitute has got the money?"She traced the woven 'Victoria Police' shoulder patch on her sleeve, with her finger. Marsha had hoped she might get a break - she'd asked the 'Officer in Charge' of the St. Kilda 'Uniform Branch' for a day off. But, despite the previous. "Wow Jack! That was a big load you gave me there! I hope you have some left for later?" Later?" I asked hopefully, my cock already starting to come back to life."You didn't think I would just suck your cock and not expect you to fuck me with it would you? What do you take me for? A whore?"I stammered, not able to get me words out until I saw Jo smirking at my awkwardness and I started laughing. It was at that point that we both noticed it was closing in on the time we needed to be back in. So short, in fact, that if I bent forward my black thong and maybe my pussy would be visible to any observer. The white blouse I wore, was two sizes too small and the two top buttons were open, exposing my black lacy bra. My full firm breasts wanted to burst out of the confines of the material, barely managing to hide the top of my dark nipples and areolae.I was very uncomfortable in this revealing outfit, but Chantelle’s professionalism and her sexy presence relaxed me a bit. For the first.