Later that week, I set it up. I have a friend who runs a club in the next town, and he was only too glad, once I offered him $5000 for the use of his ...lub for one night, to set it all up for us. I had a notice printed up with a "signup sheet" which he passed to his regular customers and any others he knew could be trusted with the knowledge. The club would be closed to the general public, of course. Only "approved guests" were to be admitted. The wheels were in motion.I built a small tray out. "Would you say I'm freaking you out, Tonya?" Amy asked."Maybe a little, I never had a stranger fuck me and invent a little back story too," I replied.She just giggled, and then we both noticed that woman we talked to was looking at us."She thinks we're a couple. We should keep up appearances," Amy said.So we made out for a minute and let the woman see we meant business, I guess you could say. I so wanted to just think about something for a minute, if I was really willing to go down this rabbit. Yep, zipped up.It is well known, common intel, among high school students, especially seniors, that guidance counselors are, for the most part, clueless. Naturally I ignored their alarums and applied to the three colleges that I knew well of — Harvard, Yale, Princeton.Deep down, I realized even back then that college would be a waste of my intellectual and creative talents. The three schools foresaw the misfit and, to their credit, postponed my acceptance.I mention this backstoryial tidbit only. Her outfit was far more risqué than those of the previous dancers. Mara's firm, handful-sized breasts were almost completely bare, with only the nipples truly concealed. Likewise, ample amounts of her dark brown skin — identical to her sister's — showed through the nearly transparent silken skirt she wore. It looked like she wore some sort of panties beneath the skirt, but they blended so well with her skin that it was difficult to tell.I blew out a low whistle when Mara started to dance. Her.