M.!” I laughed.“then I’m staying too,” he said.“what’s your excuse?”“I’ll tell Leela I’m too drunk to drive back.”“are you?”...I shot back. As inevitable as it seemed by then that something would happen between us, finally, I didn’t want alcohol to be the reason why we altered the dynamic of our relationship, our friendship.“no. I just had two beers. I’m well within the limit.”I smiled in relief as I spun back into his arms.Around us, people finally began to call it a night. Naina, staggering on. "I guess I am. A little." Why don't we go out to dinner together tonight," Laura suggested. "To keep your mind off the... empty apartment."Jonelle beamed. Laura had saved her from a depressing solitude. "Sounds good to me," she smiled.They had dinner and a couple of drinks, then ended up at Laura's apartment for a nightcap. Laura strenuously resisted any urge she might have to make advances to Jonelle. They had enjoyed one another's company, and she didn't want to ruin it. She also found that. " He whispered embarrassed at her accusation. "But you want them to see my business." She rolled over to look directlyat him. "No… not really. Just dance. You know… blouse and skirt… nothingmore." "Okay. You know the deal. I dance, and nothing more. Not… I get tofuck one of them during the fourth quarter, when the game is on the line." "Why can't you just do the dance and leave it at that?" Jack quipped a bitfrustrated and angry. "Because I don't want to strip for your friends." "But you. It is sloppy from the ass juice that comes naturally out of me when I worship cock.'That’s it you little cockwhore. Suck my dick bitch’, you’ll say to me (I love to be degraded)’ Look at that tight little shithole. I’m going to split you wide open and fuck you senseless until I am through with you’I pull my panties down over my stockings and fuck-me boots (I need to leave those on) and pull my legs up behind my head to give you a clear view or my smooth ass and greedy shithole.'Ya, you little.