No one did. As far as the bar was concerned, the Jackie currently dancing on stage was a whole new person - a tattooed slut who’d moved to the city ...o become a dancer.Piercings aside, her face hadn’t changed. But even when she was fully dressed (at least, as fully as Jackie dressed these days) no one looked at Jackie’s face.They were either checking out her enormous rack, her new butt (another little gift from Rob) or - most commonly - the tattoos that covered every inch of her body.Her arms. The three people separated to collapse wherever they happened to be - in exhaustion.Will looked down at Debbie with a knowing little grin. "So how was that for you girl?" he asked tiredly.Debbie looked up at him; clearly unimpressed. "You said you would give me lots of orgasms, but it looks to me like I shall have to pleasure myself to get even one."Will's grin faded into a scowl and his eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "If it's orgasms you want girl, then it's orgasms that you'll get."He reached. Looking in the mirror at her reflection, I saw nothing but absolute perfection. Her dark red hair was flowing past her shoulders, falling onto her still dewy skin. The vibrancy of her hair was only challenged by the red lipstick she was wearing. Brilliant green eyes were locked on the mirror, as she applied the last of her make up. She had been wearing her black heels, which made her stand nearly my height.Feeling my heart pounding in my chest, as if it was about to explode I said, "Wow, you. Oh my, it was so delicious. The smell, the taste, and the cozy oldfashioned home, I felt safe and happy for the first time in hours.So, of course, I started to cry. So dumb, incredible, I would never crylike that."Frank, has it been a hard night for this girl?"He nodded. "I really shouldn't tell you, confidential you know." And who can you trust more than me with your secrets?"So he told her a little bit, and she nodded. "But Alice, and you tooDawn, please keep it to yourselves! We really want.