It was almost as if she'd been biting her nails or working with heavy tools. I looked at her again as I turned to leave. Her face, with a bit of makeu..., could be really attractive. Her eyes alone could get her almost any guy. Her hair was terrible. If she let it grow just a bit and then had it styled she could be beautiful. And her body, although not what I was used to, was toned and fit. She also had the benefit of a slim build that would look better far longer.The more voluptuous women almost. I was not sure if she was making it ride up her leg but she kept brushing it back down in a sort of flirty, ‘Oh my goodness, I can’t believe that keeps happening,’ sort of way. We got to her house and I walk her to the door like a gentleman. “Thank you, Michael,” she said to me at the door. “You know my boyfriend and I are really not doing very well so he’s not living here right now. I’m sort of scared since it’s getting a little dark. Will you come in to check the house for me?” I told her I. I began to get a lap dance, and it was not near as good as what I was getting to watch, but seeing me get a lap dance made the one that I was watching that much more intense. The night got pretty intense, and we were having lap dance after lap dance, each time Stacy was getting a little more daring and she seemed to be settling in nicely. She was getting to do things with these strippers that us guys only get to dream about. She was basically having sex with them in the VIP section and she was. “Nnnnaaaaaaa … please … I need you … fuck!”“Yeah, yeah,” Edicus hoarsely retorted, as if he did not believe her, even though he clearly did. “You need me, despite that sapling of a man in your heart.” He made certain to press against a certain bundle of nerves inside her as he said this, making her back arch and her toes clench. Issa cried out something like, “Aaaiiiii ...” He took her cheeks in both of his hands and gave her a shockingly innocent looking kiss on her forehead. His flushed face.