‘Yum, yum’ I thought to myself, though I never, absolutely never, try anything on with the customers. I like this job too much, even though it’s...part-time. We settled them in with champagne and canapés as usual. Helen got to serve the woman but I found myself watching her out of the corner of my eye. She’d a loose black dress on under the raincoat, with buttons down the front and had taken her shoes off tucking her legs up under her as she started reading a magazine. With her dark glasses off I. As I do, I swear she has a little orgasm. I step back and smiling, take in the wonderful sight of her legs spread open, her pussy glistening, topped with a delicious carpet of thick, black pubes. “You’re an angel!” I declare. A sensual smile lights her face, as she closes her eyes and purrs “Make love to me John. Make love to me.”I don’t know about ‘make love’, but I’m sure gonna fuck the arse off her! I think to myself.Kneeling on the bed, I start to tease the rim of her pussy with the tip of. About protecting a loved one. It happened at a party invaded by jocks. I was a sophomore in college. I had a girlfriend, beautiful, blonde, petite. She liked flirting. When she got drunk she flirted excessively. At this party in the backyard of some fellow student, Amy my girlfriend got wasted. These big football players, well not then, maybe they played baseball then cause it was Spring and school neared ending, anyway they crashed the party. Drunk before arriving they finished the keg. Of. Janine was always friendly to me, but not really flirtatious.I had heard similar vague rumors about Carla recently, also. But you can hear anything, and I don't really put much stock in gossip. Normally, I give very little credence to rumors. But, in this case, there seemed to be some truth in what I had heard.Carla and Janine were both a little drunk and high on cocaine. If anyone can recognize the symptoms of cocaine intoxication, I can - talkativeness, dilated pupils, etc. This didn't really.