I had done my afternoon show and had met up with a client, to suck him off, in a private room before I did a few lap dance requests. The club had been...busy and I had a lot of fans showing up to meet me for photos and autographs. My web site stressed the fact that I was more than friendly with my fans, so since I had been on the road, many of my offers for sex were very blunt. It made it easier for me though and this way I didn’t have to beat around the bush with them about what they wanted. I. Are you going to pimp me?”“No. I'm not going to pimp you. But I might just use you as a hostess, to entertain clients who come to town to trade with me, and who need a little encouragement to close the deal. I'm not going to fuck you with a condom; I hate condoms. But I do need relief. For tonight and until we know that you are clean, I want you to masturbate me – often. And from now on, whenever we are at home alone, I want you to be naked.”“OK. I like that rule.” And she stood up and pulled. Their toilet finished, they descended; the carriage awaited them at the door, filled with sweetmeats and bouquets. They fell into the line of carriages. It is difficult to form an idea of the perfect change that had taken place. Instead of the spectacle of gloomy and silent death, the Piazza del Popolo presented a spectacle of gay and noisy mirth and revelry. A crowd of masks flowed in from all sides, emerging from the doors, descending from the windows. From every street and every corner drove. Using my free hand I reached for my favourite pink sparkly vibrator and parted my pussy lips…sliding into my hot wet pussy. Pushing my chair back I parted my legs so I could really work my pussy with the vibrator. I heard a noise outside…looking at the window I realised the blinds were closed but at an angle where I could see out and spot the young window cleaner watching. I could see the bulge in his trousers, clearly he was enjoying what he saw. Then he spotted me watching and grabs his stuff.