He was talking and I could barely make out what the conversation was because he strategically placed himself on her left side. He had whispered someth...ng in my wife’s ear and then they both looked over at me with a devilish smile. She leaned towards me and said, “He invited to me to the VIP room for a dance.”My interest was sparked, and she continued, “Do you mind if I go?”The male dancer piped up and said, “You can come to.”I didn’t have any plans and approved of the situation that was about. “Hey,” Jackie said when she came to the door.“Hey, just finishing up. Come on in,” I said.I typed one more sentence, saved my journal entries, and shut down the computer.“Writing in your journal?”“It’s been a heck of a week,” I said.“Obviously you want to talk, but do you want to fool around first?”“How about a bath first? We can talk there, and then we can fool around. OK?”“That will work!” she smiled.I started the tap and added some bubble bath. We quickly stripped off our clothes and got. “What did we do?”, he asked, resting his chin on his palm.“We fucked up and fucked. Liz can never know about this, never ever.”He nodded. “Absolutely not. I’m sorry, it felt great when we were doing it, really did, but…”“…I know what you mean. Know what really feels bad?”“Hm?”“It hasn’t gone away, I still want to fuck you. Like again, right now even though I already feel horrible.”He smiled and his eyes on her naked body made her feel more insecure than she had felt since her first. They eased her price to five dollars once more, tried ten but punters preferred a sweet smelling pretty girl at twice the price so her price dropped again.They aborted her first pregnancy one thursday when trade was quiet but when her breasts reached beyond a G cup they ran out of implants and Luck Fu pronounced himself well satisfied.Her breasts towered ridiculously above her tiny frame, yet she had become a good earner for Luck Fu, even at five dollars a throw she could make sixty an hour.