.. but ... but they will all know ... they will see my ... please you promised...” I whined clutching the tiny folds of material.“I want to see th...se titties up there when you dance – you know not all the girls take off their panties on stage – you fuckin’ do what you want to – but I want titties.” he said turning me toward the back room. I headed back to get changed while Mister Gamboni nodded to the DJ that I would be dancing next. The room was empty as most of the girls had left for the. I'm going to go check on Meiling. You need togrow the fuck up."She walked away. I slammed a fist into the wall, then slid down andpulled my knees into my chest.They didn't get it. They couldn't see I was trying to help. Fuck, it wasall falling apart.I was shaking. I couldn't let it end like this. I had to do something.Anything. But what? No matter how hard I pushed, it just made thingsworse. I had to take drastic measures.There was one person capable of helping me. It was crazy and. Oh well I thought chances are they won’t be back and if they are hopefully there will be other customers in the café so I will be OK. Ever the optimist!That afternoon I went to work and the café was very busy, in the hurly burly I forgot about the threat of the young men to come back tonight until almost closing time with only two customers left, a man and his wife, when in walked the three lads . I immediately felt a bit scared but as my thoughts went back to last night, I also felt my pulse. “Well Dad, you told me about sex and how it works, but if a boy puts his thing into a girl’s thing, you said it had to be stiff. How does that happen?” When I started this talk, my worst fear was it getting to this point. It seems girls have a lot of questions. I wondered if Beth had the same problem with Andrew. Instead of answering right away, I told her to wait and I would be right back. I went to the bedroom, closed the door and called Beth. I explained to her what was going on and she told.