Norman was dressed in simple slacks and a sports shirt, nothing fancy. Open a button or two at the throat, just the hint of a simple Gold chain peekin... out. The ever constant smile was on his face. ‘You look fantastic!’ he uttered, sincerity in his voice. I managed a thank you, and he reached for my hand. We walked out to his vehicle, I looked at it for a moment. It was a late model 4×4 Suburu. I suppressed a giggle, Ted would never have even gotten in one of them, he was always insistent on. Finally, he pulled up tothe curb, lowered the passenger side window; it was time to go to work.I lean into the car, making sure he sees my tits and that they arereal, and smile at him.The driver looked to be in his forties, married...by the ring on hisfinger, and very horny...judging by the bulge in his pants."You want a walk on the wild side?" I asked softly, using the lyrics ofthe Lou Reed song as my come-on line.He grins and motions for me to get inside."What you looking for tonight, Honey?". Barely noticing me she pushed her wheeled office chair backwards to grab at some file behind her. Her legs parted and I got a long glimpse of smooth tanned thighs meeting at a shiny pair of pink knickers that were hugging her most intimate place. Lovely. I took a quick mental picture and was off to the door before she turned back. I figure if I'm subtle I will avoid getting a reputation as a lecher. Take the small victories!I should also point out that some of the staff are so casual that I. She had a huge wine glass for tips and it was distressingly empty in the absence of any notable rewards except for a single dollar bill that looked like it had been saved since World War II. Her face was pretty enough, but she didn’t have that friendly look that one would expect in a bar lounge when one is working for tips. I could tell she was not a happy camper playing the tedious piece and I suspected she probably would want to be playing something of her own composition or some.