"Don't forget your datapad," Janet told him."Oh yeah," said Mark. He walked back and picked the device off a shelf from where he had tossed it earlier... When he got back to the door, Janet had settled her gleaming black helmet on her head. He couldn't see her face through the visor. He knew there were all sorts of communications and sensor capabilities built into her helmet and armor. The Elites looked darkly futuristic in their anonymity, although people who called them storm troopers tended to. Emma had stood up in front of the potential new client and her boss and screamed a torrent of foul mouth abuse at the MD who was stealing Emma’s thunder then poured a glass of Shiraz over him and to add insult to injury, slapped him right across the face. In hindsight, it was maybe not the best career move, but Emma felt good at the time. The following day in work however was a complete contrast to the elation Emma felt by putting that smug bastard of an MD in his place. She knew she would. "She doesn't come here butJohn does. He doesn't do anything with us except watch, but his goonsdo. Anyway, he's not here tonight, so you could earn yourself somepocket money?"I mulled it over. If I was working I could spend all night with thegirls, and potentially appear less out of place than if I was justvisiting with them. But on the flip side I really wasn't sure aboutspending a night stripping after leaving it behind me so long ago. YetI couldn't find it in me to really mind. . “Well, maybe we’d better let you go, Charlie. I think I can feel a second round coming on,” he joked.Mom reached down and grabbed his slick, limp cock, tugging on it gently. “He talks a good game, sugar, but I can assure you, this guy is down for the count,” she smirked, raising it up only to have it drop like a stone and dangle helplessly.“You guys are insatiable,” I replied.“We try,” said Dad, a huge grin plastered on across his face.“Well, I’ll let you love birds get cleaned up and rested.