She actually considered going to see him at work, but then the night went on and she forgot about the idea. It probably wouldn't have done any good an...way and he might have gotten mad at her coming to his work. After all, being a stripper can sometimes make people uncomfortable outside of the club environment.Her night was going as usual, with about a dozen guys in the club at the time. She had stepped into the dressing room to get ready for her next set when LaShawn walked in the door. He. She turns expectantly and is not disappointed: On Alexandra’s lips is the smile.Vanessa noticed it on their second date, the unfailing grin that lights up Alexandra’s beautiful face every time they come together after being apart. She loves that smile so much she’s afraid to point it out, fearing the draw of attention would make Alexandra self-conscious and the smiles would stop.Vanessa leans forward, listening for the sigh of breath that will signal her excitement. When she hears it, they kiss. "Please let me cum," I finally begged him."What was that, sister slut?" Please let me cum," I begged again."I could swear I heard my whore sister beg for something, but was it my cock?"I didn't want to do this. I didn't want to say this. I felt like nothing but the whore he said I was."Please fuck me, Dave!" I finally gave in."Say that again?" Please fuck me with your juicy cock." Why would I want to do that?" Because I'm your slut sister." And what else?" And your whore." You've got that. A smell started to be felt. He screamed pitifully and jumped beside. She smiled at him, turned and continued her walking. Her guardess soldierins followed her. The man had been marked with Her personal brand mark. Now he could be easily found on her request and brought to her despite if other Woman Officerin or Soldierin would take him. His life wasn’t under direct threat, at least for some time. Colonel was walking contented, calm, with wide, slow steps. She was a woman... She needed.