Vanessa was a coquette not a cock-teaser, even though she was a heart throb who made boys' cocks throb. She delighted in the sexual hunt where she was...lure and boys were her prey. Moreover, her weapon of choice was the very thing that made boys be boys and men be men: their helpless, uncontrollable lust. But Vanessa was smarter and more devious than the school sluts who dressed in 'fuck-me' short skirts and tight blouses. Vanessa used poise, clothing, a touch of make-up and, most of all, body. It has a fairly new arcade with new screens and an updated selection process. Six of the booths share glory-holes, but that isn’t my favorite stop, so I head back to the larger booths in the back, all capable of holding more than one customer.Today at lunchtime the place was really busy. The parking lot was full and when I got into the arcade, most doors were closed and there were still lots of guys just hanging around. So I bided my time walking back and forth and checking out the monitors. After opening the door, John effortlessly picked Dani up and carried herover the threshold and into the bedroom of the suite where he set her onthe bed."Help me out of this dress and let me freshen up, Lover," Dani cooed.John unbuttoned the tiny buttons and Dani stepped out of the dress andheaded for the bathroom."Don't be long, Princess," John said as he began stripping off histuxedo.Evidently Becki had brought clothes to the hotel for her as there was alovely, white bridal set laid out for. “You could go clubbing in that,” Cait grinned.“How does it feel?” Kate asked. Her curiosity was not just superficial. She was saving for her own shirt.“You should paint it black,” Nat muttered.“You have to admit that it looks great on her.” Heather looked closely, having Ed pose and turn for her, which she did evenly.“How much are they in the store?” Cait asked.“One like that is 7500 silver. I’m not sure if those cover the same or less. I do know pants are separate. Gloves and boots are as.