She placed the drinks while I was still looking at the menu. They were both gone by the time she came back to get my order. I ordered another round wh...le I took another glance at the menu."Wow," she said. "Someone is serious about their drinking tonight."I was ready to respond with a smart ass comment telling her to mind her own business, but I reconsidered immediately when I looked up. She was smiling and I knew she was just trying to be polite and playful. She wasn't judging.The restaurant. It's mine, understand?"I sat stunned while he finished explaining my "role" in this relationship we now had. According to him he did all the work and all I had to do was lay there and get fucked. That's why he gets all the money."I'm your body guard, your trainer, your manager, I set up your dates, keep you motivated, buy you whatever you need, bla, bla, bla..." I tuned him out after a while. My hunger for crack was stronger than ever before and I couldn't stop my hands from shaking."What about. She gave me her name- Shweta.“What are you doing in a bar so early?” I asked.“Well, it’s a long story.”“I have time.”“My friends and I came down for a week, you know. And basically its four of us, two guys and two girls. My girl friend brought her guy along and I don’t even know where they are. And the other guy- he’s gay. He hit it off last night with this cute Latino guy and they’ve gone back to his place. And I’m here, locked out of my own hotel room, waiting for them to come back.”“You. But a slightly padded sports bra like this creates an effect that you don't need breasts to pull off." I put it on and faced the mirror. She was right. I owned a couple of bras, and I liked the idea of them. I liked the frilly girly look of them while they were sitting loose in my secret stash back home. But when I wore them, I never felt like they were working the way I'd hoped. With the sports bra, I was more believable as having the chest of a small-chested but fully-grown woman. I cupped.