When she had gotten comfortable, I leaned over and gave her a kiss on the lips, just as I had for the last three nights. "Good night, Nina," I told he..., then turned to leave the room."Sir?"I turned back around. "Yes, Nina?"There was a moment of silence, while she looked up at me from her bed, mulling over whatever she was going to say. Finally, her courage failed her. "Never mind, sir. It's nothing." Good night, then," and I turned and walked out of her room.... FUCK. I had misplayed my hand. I. She bent over the client chair and pulled up her skirt. Her undergarments had been removed. I unzipped my trousers and pulled out the steel lance. I rubbed the tip against her button. She moved back against me and moaned. I put the head of my shaft in her. She moaned. “C’mon, lover, don’t hold back on me.” She said. I fed a little more of my tool into her hot box. She moaned louder. I pulled back so just the head was in her. She was panting now. Ginger never took long to get off. I fed her even. It was like she was in her own world and didn’t care about anybody. I just wanted to go on the floor and dance close with her where I can feel her body close to mine. I thought approaching her directly might make her feel uncomfortable.A part of me said do I stand a chance but the other part said what’s wrong in trying my luck. I was looking for an opportunity to talk to her. I was sitting at the bar counter when she came and ordered a drink. She wanted a LIT but the bartender told her that he. .." I shook from my tailbone up to my shoulders because I wasn't sure what he was asking."Turn around, bitch," he ordered. "Show me your ass." Oh," I winced when he said that, but there was no chance of refusing and I turned slowly, like the ballerina in my jewelry box upstairs."Bend over, slut," he said, "and keep that skirt up, or so help me Jesus, I'll make you the sorriest little whore in the world." Y-Yes, Daddy," I tried to say, but the words didn't want to come out of me just then.I did.