” Butterflies again in my stomach, I ask, “What about it?” Hoping that somehow he doesn’t remember I was a stripper. “So, I know you were a ...tripper,” All my hope just vanishes and my heart falls, “but I need to know exactly what you did in order to know if I can keep you here. And don’t lie because I will know if you are and if you do you will be automatically fired.” At this point I am shocked and scared for my job but I know I cant lie. So I tell Mr. Anderson how I stood on a stage with a. Constancegrabbed him by the chin and jerked his head towards the mirror anddeclared, "Do you still think your wife lied about why she sent youhere? Look at that sissy. Do you think that any woman would sleep withhim?"James saw the tears forming in his eyes as Constance's fingernails duginto his cheeks before she released him and said, "See that, crying likea bitch. You belong here, Alyssa. It's my job to make sure that when youleave here, you don't try to go back to being James. I have to. He poked his tongue into my navel and had a little fuck there. And once done with that he came up with the biting part (I asked him why he was trying to eat me up and he replied that he wanted to do that exactly. Eat me up and relish every single part. Everything. ) he would take up parts of my navel and lick and bite them. At a point I couldn’t bear the feeling that I stretched back and laid down.Now the main course was left. And sure enough he began there by pushing his face into my cunt. He. Liar. Life was wonderful ... just peachy keen.DISASTERA couple weeks later my friend Bob called me and asked if I could meet him for a beer after work. We met at the Pub and had a couple of Pints of John Courage. This was Bob's idea of a joke. He said I needed courage to see the lab results.Damn. Damn! I knew it. That damned slut.Laughing a little (what the hell was funny?), Bob pulled out the results."First, Toby, the good news. You are Lucy's father. No question."Well, that made me feel a.