It was some exercise fad from awhile ago. Back when they still made exercise DVDs. This one had the gimmick of stepping up and down a stair. You could...make it the step to get more of a workout. It was good cardio.I needed to get in the exercise zone. That was where this started. That was how this would end.I set the ugly, green step in the middle of my living room and popped in the DVD. The perky woman appeared to lead it, her breasts quivering in her sports bra. She had on tight spandex that. "That was excellent, sweetie." Abbie gasped and planted a passionatekiss on my lips, electricity sparking between us as our passions earthedthemselves following our energetic session. "A really lovely end to myday," she smiled. I smiled too. It was lovely to be able to give herthis much pleasure, to hear her moaning and squealing beneath me, thento hear her thank and compliment me afterwards. "How was your day?" It was alright," I admitted, "nothing too out of the ordinary." Iworked in tech. It'd be a hell of a thing to let go here, her client absent. The moment passed, and she could risk walking again. She took her handbag with her, inside it the essentials for the next hour; disposable latex gloves, a pack of condoms, cigarettes and lighter along with the usual miasma of receipts, mints, tickets, small change, miscellaneous odds and sods common to every such bag. The doors at the rear of the foyer led to the garden, naturally, and were unlocked. She hadn't often been outside, but. " Whoa, whoa, whoa here! Makes her money? How does she do that?" She gets five hundred for the strip, the lap dance and whatever she does for the bridegroom. At the other parties I've been to the girl would usually get seventy-five for a blow job or one twenty-five for a screw if she did the others." How many are going to be there?" Eight or nine." So I get five hundred for the groom and up to two hundred each for the rest? I could make over two thousand on the deal except you would expect to.