Not you.I have to give you credit for being so clever, so persistent, so damn patient. "Shall I take your silence to mean that you wish to stay on the...ladder?" Oops... "No, Sir. I was just thinking." I worded myself very carefully, so as not to be misunderstood. "I would like to be removed from the ladder, Sir. It would please me very much." Whew. I hope this isn't a trick. It wasn't. I felt your hands gently removing my bindings and, wrapping an arm around my waist -- an arm that felt strong. Since you came here, you’ve been free to be yourself, and you’re experiencing a sort awakening of your sexual power that most young women realize when they’re in their late teens or early twenties. It’s a heady, euphoric rush when the realization hits you that you have the power to reduce a man to a blathering idiot just by showing him some leg or cleavage and blowing a kiss at him. I can only assume that it works on women too, and it’s not always easy to control. I just figured you wanted to. ” Alex grabbed his arm to keep him from leaving. “Wait. Wait! Let’s talk.” “About what? About how you get all dolled up trolling for boyfriends?” “No! I don’t do that. I don’t ever go out. Hey, there’s nobody but you.” He tugged on George’s arm and they sat together again. “I should have told you, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to risk us.” “Now what?” Alex’s voice trembled. “How about you meet Allie?” “Allie?” “She has a name.” There was no answer. “Please?” George looked into Alex’s pleading. Once the waitress came back with the drinks Kyle's friend Steve ordered a table dance, soon a blonde russian girl rocked up at our table. She climbed onto the table greeting all of us, and chatted while waiting for the new song to begin. She soon stood up holding onto the pole in the middle of the table, she was wearing stunning blue hills and matching blue lingerie suiting her complexion. The new song started and she started dancing around the pole, her legs were toned with a small petite ass.