Usually for close there was a manager or assistant manager, a cook and a waitress. On a Tuesday night closing, things got interesting. Shelia was doin... the receipts, Tina was cleaning the front and I was in back washing pans. Sheila had just started seeing a new guy, lucky bastard, and was in a hurry to get out of there. Usually after everything was cleaned and counted, I would drive Sheila to the bank night deposit (she had lost her license). But that night her new boyfriend came and picked. Her sense of humor always helped her feel more comfortable.She saw that all of the walls had displays of clothing, draped on hangers or worn by mannequins. Teddies made of nearly transparent material, with little ribbons. Negligees with feather boas. Garter belts, stockings. Wigs. Running through the spectrum, all the way to tight catsuits, leather corsets, boots, and "clothes" that were nothing more than strips of vinyl linked by rings and buckles. Hmmm... intriguing. But clothes are most. But she gave in rather quickly, and so did he. As for Eugene, well, we saw what happened there. No mind control needed. It was this or jail time, buddy. I wonder if he wishes that he’d opted for jail,” Kyra laughed while watching Eugene suck Cheyenne’s toes from the other room.“Yeah, I think that Barbara Jean is easily influenced and also likes to play the victim a bit. She’s kind of a dumb-ass and never wants to admit that she’s wrong about things. It took her forever to realize that she broke. Then, like a breath of spring air, Vivian came in.I will never know why I chose that moment to look up, but I am oh so glad I did!Vivian swayed into the room, the usual pregnant waddle turned into sensual poetry by her swaying hips and amazingly smooth grace. She had wavy blond hair that fell to her shoulders in a shimmer of silk, glowing, smooth, sun kissed skin, and a face that would give wet dreams to a priest. Big, bright blue bedroom eyes gazed about the room from beneath lovely brows and.