We realized that many of the patrons were Hookah smokers. The waiter told us that tobacco was available if we wanted to try it. This reminded us of th... old days, when we used the hookah to smoke the more exotic stuff, to say the least. Now being older and maybe wiser, we worried about the hygiene and the consequences and opted for a conservative Moscow Mule instead.While we waited for our drinks, our table was approached by a young fellow selling bouquet of roses. He introduced himself as Joe,. The bar her cousin had chosen was quite chic. She liked the vibe and clientele. She was surprised by the number of good looking men. As she and her cousin were chatting over drinks, she noticed that she was being watched and couldn’t help but be distracted. He appeared to be in his late twenties, and was just her type. Dark hair, dark eyes and the build of an athlete. She decided to test the situation – to see if he really was noticing her or if it was just her imagination. She told her cousin. The idea of becoming a prostitute was not something she had on her agenda but still she enjoyed doing kinky things just for the fun of it. She figured it was all part of growing up and part of the "girls just wanna' have fun" mystique and she felt comfortable going with the flow of doing what she liked.The job out in Brighton was explained to be on the dodgy side but as long as it was not working as a call girl or an escort, she was willing to do almost anything to make some serious bread. She. "What's wrong Chris?" Cassie laughed as she drew Sally into her arms and kissed her deeply, Mandy stood for a moment looking at me, a frown on her pretty face,"Yes Chris, what's wrong?" she said softly as she sat beside me,"Is it all too much too soon?"I nodded and tried to ignore my sister's hands sliding up beneath Sally's skirt,"No not really Mandy" I said and pulled her down onto my lap,"Cassie told me about the three of you and God knows I'd be hopelessly bent if I didn't find you.