“Are you a party gal?” I asked, “Party” being the optimum code word to indicate the level of service I might want.She placed a lone finger ove... my lips.“Don’t talk,” she said, as she looked over the high back chairs and across the club.I did as she instructed, waiting to find out just how much fun she was going to offer. She stood about five foot and a few inches tall, and had long curvy blonde hair that cascaded across her shoulders and down to the middle of her back. Her breasts were. Kindra just seemed to know what buttons to push, but it wasn't just mentally and physically appealing though. I just wanted to go down the rabbit hole if it landed me a paying job."You're letting a lot of juice out, and contaminating my couch. Don't worry; I like it better with the aroma of pussy juice." Kindra, this is going really fast." Trust me; once the client shows up, this will seems like a waltz, so buckle for what is to come."I couldn't resist the urge to smooch her cheek, and then I. Half an hour later a freshly showered Kate was pulling on her dress from last night. It was her turn to go home without underwear this time as she had soaked them last night.“We need to be a bit better organised for this.” Jenny remarked watching her lover getting dressed.“Yeah next time I’ll pack a bag.” Kate said as she was brushing her hair.“Well there’s plenty of room in the wardrobes, you could move some stuff over here.”Kate dropped the hairbrush and stared at Jenny.“Are you serious? You. And now, there I was wearing nothing but only my crimson Brazilian cut briefs and my sox while tongue-kissing a guy I have never seen before in my life wearing Harley-Davidson shirt and a black leather vest in my room. It was beyond me how much of a slut I was.Our lips were locked tight; our tongues danced inside our welled up mouths. His breath smelled of beer. His goatee scratched my smooth face skin. His strong hands clasped and tear forcefully my ass cheek as he pressed our bodies.