" That would be cool. Abraham Lincoln vs. John Wilkes Booth. Bang! Bang!" Write me a script, man. I'd totally do that." I will."We were done in that f...rst store. We walked out without buying anything."So did you eventually go back and finish school?" Nope. I tried to enroll the next September, but the principal basically laughed at me and told me to go back to whatever junk yard I'd crawled out of. I was stunned of course, and pretty intimidated, but as I looked around at the dead-eyed morons. We met at Harrah’s, a centrally located casino on the strip, surrounded by venues such as the Mirage, Caesar’s Palace, the Flamingo and Bellagio. I pulled into a parking spot on the seventh floor of Harrah’s garage and began counting out club passes to load into my satchel for the work day. A few minutes later, a black Cadillac Escalade pulled up beside me. I knew it was her. I straightened my collar out, closed up my loaded bag and slipped my work shoes on in preparation to meet my new friend.. Both items fell to the floor. She had reached behind her with the practiced motion of her kind and unclasped her bra faster than any man could. The bra fell to the floor, leaving her standing in her panties. She peeled the Sears panties down her tummy and onto the floor.Susan stood motionless for one instant, unwittingly allowing Jack a chance to look at her. Her skin was white and untanned--she did not go in for sunning. Her breasts were a fair size, bigger than anything Jack had been able to. We decided to go to a different club tonight, one that we heard was a lot more "fun" or "loose" or whatever you want to call a place that turns a blind eye to the goings on of the crowd. We hoped it wouldn't be a mistake. Part of the draw tonight was supposed to be 'amateur stripper' contest. That isn't for me, but I bet there will be a lot of horny guys there.We had dinner and went to the club. It was pretty packed inside, the music was too loud, the lights were too dark and the men I.