Sara had never seen this particular nurse before. She was a new one. The nurse looked at Sara with a hint of speculation in her eyes. So this was Mrs....Chad Green? She was certainly not the type of woman she would have expected to be married to People’s magazine’s sexiest man alive. As if reading the young nurse’s thoughts, Sara said, ‘Sometimes I find it hard to believe myself.’ The nurse turned red having the good grace to be embarrassed by her train of thought. Sara smiled to herself as she. Are you making a profit at the moment?” I looked askance at this question, as I didn’t want to lie, but my books weren’t that healthy. I scrunged up my lips, as I got the figures straight in my head, but hedged my bets and attempted to dodge the question. “Well sort of,” I said. He picked up a pencil and tapped it end over end on his desk writing pad. “When you say sort of…?” I had to come clean. “Last year we made a fifteen hundred pounds loss. First half of this year, we’ve made six. He nibbled my ear at the same time mumbling to me. ‘Remember – from tomorrow stockings!’ I slowly scrambled up into the attic, ashamed, vulnerable but helpless, conscious that the man saw up my skirt and would see the telltale dampness between my legs. Gathering me against his body, holding me in a tight grip he carefully uncovered my breasts while I whimpered and sobbed, trying to avoid the wet kisses. The cry I let loose when he guided my hand to feel his hard organ could have raised the. I figured a few hours at a strip club would be less boring. I don’t know what I expected, but the reality was quite different. I entered from the bright sunny day into an almost pitch-black dungeon. I removed my glasses, thinking my lenses had darkened during the walk from the car. Sadly, the view was no better. A flash from behind me ruined my slowly adjusting eyes. ‘Hello.’ It was a pleasant voice from an equally pleasant woman who had just entered behind me. I wondered if she was a dancer.