“Don’t get ahead!” I quipped. “Now,” Isaid, lifting and spreading her knees, “you spread your lips like this.R...1;I spread her full tender lips with my middle and index fingers, exposingher bright pink meat within. My cock stiffened as my fingersmanipulated her labia. “You take your finger and stroke your clitoris.”I said, as I begin stroking her nub, sliding it between my fingers. Sheinhaled sharply between her teeth and wiggled her hips. . He was livid. He was confused. He was curious. Rather than going to his car in the parking lot, he walked over to the hotel bar and ordered a beer from the bartender, Steve.His cell phone rang again and this time he decided to answer it. What else could go wrong?“What?” he said in the way of a greeting.“Kyle, it’s me. I am so sorry. If I could get a faster flight out there I would be there instantly to explain things in person, and if Linda isn’t in front of you within two minutes licking the. ” I paused a bit waiting for any response. The audience had its usual mumbling, but seemed a bit distracted as well. It was new for them as well.The participants had been brought forward and were listening. This event had become almost like a real contest and one would almost forget all contestants were here against their will. Surprising what a show of force can do.I continued my introduction like a real game show host.“You may have noticed that the showers and the water taps have not worked. The owner wanted higher quality in the ambiance, performers, and, especially, the customers. So instead of a DJ, Thursday to Saturday, from nine to closing, they had a trio.It resulted in better shows. He could keep the music in sync with the performer’s moves and punctuate her twerks and poses. If a dancer wasn’t getting enough interest—or too much—he could end it early. If the tips were flowing, he could keep going, following her lead.The piano player, the bass player, and Fred split ten.