My life was a perfect loopingdrum track for those months, and I would have been happy for things tostay that way forever. The world had no use for me,...and I was content toleave it alone, as long as the music didn't stop.But although I was content to repeat myself, the world wasn't. Iceberghad been losing money for months, I heard, and the owners decided tosell. I heard the news, like every regular, but I didn't really payattention - the new owners were keeping it as a club, the music. I knew I wanted to shove my cock deep up her bum but it was late already and that could hold until after the operation was successfully completed. If it was not a success, it was extremely unlikely that I would be returning to our little hideaway ever again.One of the motors we had lined up for the job was a Range Rover. It was a car that I personally had the utmost respect for. Unfortunately, the vehicle had a recurring problem with the starter and required a number of attempts to get it to. Susan brought a fresh coffee to Janet’s table and whilst placing down the steaming liquid she passed a slip of paper into Janet’s trembling hand and slipped away to continue with her work.Janet opened the piece of paper, her lips quivered as she read the words, she was afraid of being hurt again so soon. Her heart was beating hard and loud and her mind was afraid to come to terms with what the message may relay to her.“My darling Janet, I have seen you in here before and have wanted to speak to. A ripple of orgasmic delight.My second time was during lunch. I had more time. I was on my phone, looking at upskirt shots of girls, seeing all the different sort of panties that were hidden beneath skirts. I rubbed myself. As I did, I glanced down at the gap in the stall’s divider. Once, when I had my fingers rubbing feverishly up and down my virgin twat, I saw a girl’s panties bunched around her ankles. They were pink.I came then and there.I was just so curious.In the afternoon, other ideas.