He was mixing drinking, pouring beer, lighting up people's cigarettes and tidying up the bar. He was so busy he didn't even have time to check out the...girls dancing on stage.By the end of the night of his first night on the job, Gary was exhausted but happy with over a hundred dollars in tips. After he was finished, he went to the back to see Ginger.Ginger was in one of the many changing rooms brushing her red hair. She smiled when she looked up at him as he entered the room. "Hey honey. How. It all happened that one humid morning in June. The mist kissed the ground very sensually as the grass was left wet from its touch. I was kind of in the mood for that. I was working days that day, six hours. I stepped into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of orange juice. I was still a bit groggy from my alarm clock but that would all soon change. I would shower, get into my uniform and be on my way. I only lived a short distance from work so I was able to walk there. And the dress code. I grabbed my phone from my bag dialled the home number and ordered him into bed before i walked through the door. I locked my car up and kicked off my shoes as i ran up the stairs. Ben had obeyed me and obviously knew what was in store as he was laying back on the bed with his rock hard cock in his hand smiling as he stroked himself. I lifted my skirt to show him my smooth pussy glistening from my juices. Ben let out a moan as i slowly slid my by now dripping pussy down over his amazing head.. "Well, with all the money I spent on Roberta and Estelle, maybe itwasn't wasted. If it works out it might just go alright this time!"Rick said quietly watching the numbers as they moved along. Finally, atthe end of the hall a corner room. Apartment number 565!"Now what? Do you plan on breaking in?" Ms. Lawrence inquired. She thenbecame a bit shocked to see Rick produce a key on a ring of keys andjingle them in front of her with a smile. He held up one key from thering, the number "565".