I was just to ignore any comments from customers. Theydidn't mean the things they said. Just to keep up appearances, everyonewould call me Frankie rat...er than Frank, but that didn't mean anything.Plenty of red-blooded heterosexual males who'd been christened Franciscalled themselves Frankie. Colette gave me a stiff drink to settle mynerves and before I knew it I was behind the bar of the Kitten Club.Joanne didn't need to know about this.It was ridiculously easy. Mostly the kittens would come up. Now, after only two weeks of being on top, I had pushed him down tosecond. This was definitely a blow to my plan to win him back. Despiteany feelings he may or may not have for Sarah, I knew he wouldn't behappy about this. He'd been jealous when we talked about how we gotstarted in the music business when he had taken me to dinner, justbefore I was his date at the Tween Awards. Now, I could picture thatjealousy flaring up again."What's wrong?" Emily asked, seeing the frown that had crossed my. " So just what are you asking? For me to take off my robe or give you the home version of a table dance." Yes." Yes? What kind of an answer is that?" I'm asking for you to take off the robe and give me a table dance." And you don't even care that my drunken husband is sitting there seven feet away?" Not in the least." Did Burt pay for any of those lap dances?" Kind of." What does that mean, kind of?" He wouldn't do it. Said you would kill him if he did and you found out. He wouldn't even do it. That pleases me. I think she enjoys your fingers, My Love. Please... lick her, let me watch you taste her pussy, Darling.” Isabella began to move down toward the blondes’, leaving a trail of kisses in her wake, never removing her fingers from the blonde’s pussy. Isabella licked the blonde’s thighs as demostratly as possible, for the benefit of her husband, who was now madly stroking his cock. Isabella moved to a kneeling position on the floor at the edge of the bed, pulling the blonde toward.