How you wanted to pull on those engorged nipples so hard you would cry out. You were jolted back to reality as the lift stopped again, several more wo...kers walked out and continued their journey home. As the doors closed you were unsure how many people were left in the lift as you had not turned around. You felt a person brush past you and press….70…!You were just about to protest, when your protagonist turned to face to, it was the man with no name…..without saying anything, he moved forward,. He was enjoying the dance immensely. Call me weird, but I was getting hot seeing him all aroused and didn’t care that she was the one making him hard. I knew I would be the one to reap the rewards, so why should I care?The dancer, whose name I still can’t remember, turned around and dropped to her knees once more. With sensual rolls of her body, she backed her firm little ass up against Brad’s crotch, grinding against him. I laughed as he did everything in his power not to reach out and touch. Jean lowered 'his' head into 'his' hands, and did 'his' best to ignore the boobs. "I'm strange enough without you making me think I'm even stranger when I'm wearing what I'm suppose to be wearing!" I told you last night I was a spy." Yeah; you told me." Talk about strange women."Spies wear disguises." James Bond never wore dresses." Jean raised 'his' head."And the female agents never wore men's clothes." I wouldn't know. I'm not a fan. I know they're famous for being..." Jean stifled a sore. The door finally opens a crack “What do you want?”“Mr Rapiste, I phones earlier about Haida folklore?” The door closed and I hear the sounds of six chains, four deadbolt unlocking then the door swings open and an arm reaches out and pulls me in.“Quick the local police would love to catch me outside!” Inside the tell tale odor of something illicit, not exactly what and since I’m not narc division, i don’t give a damn as long as I get the info I’m hoping to get from this meeting. “So you said.