“He’s meeting an important client and if he gets the account, I’ll be servicing it”“Dinner and what else?” I asked but she wasn’t biting... she came up behind where I was sitting and draped both arms over my shoulders.“Don’t be such an old grouch” she said and pushed her boobs against the back of my head, “He’s my boss, this is part of my job and it always has been”“He’ll expect you to go to bed with him- again”She put her lips to my ear and whispered seductively,“Probably yes and you know you. There was no dancing or music, just a bunch of people having drinks and socializing. About an hour into the party I noticed that every time I saw Bailey she was looking at me with what I could only call a contemplative look. I also noticed that she seemed to be drinking heavily.We had been there about two hours when Bailey came up to me while I was talking to my cousin Tom and tugged on my sleeve."I need to talk to you about something. Can we go some place quiet?"Just then Tom's wife came up. I still want to hear the bells tinkle. Next week I'll hang bells on therings and we'll walk together with our heels clicking and her bellsringing. Her tits will stick out with her arms pinioned behind her -- myfavorite restraint. Ya know guy, maybe I'll squeeze her tits so theybulge out.Oh shit, I gotta jack off again. One of these days I gotta start fuckingher. No hurry! I'm having fun now. Time passes.........That was a fun week. The ballet boots and machine have arrived, nipshave. I watched as the two girls started swaying their hips in front of the music player.After that first song was nearly finished, the girl who'd hit me up for the dollar came over and slid herself into the booth across the way from where I sat."I let Dee pick out half the songs. She picked that one we just played. I picked this one." As she said this, "Everybody Loves Somebody" by Dean Martin started playing. "Why don't you ask me to dance, mister?" I would, except I can't dance." This was almost.