"But, we did not dally in the room...not yet anyway," Sheadded! And then, she flashed me a big "shit eating" grin at me!A little later, the odds for t...e race were posted on the TV screen.Gloria 8 to 1Gina 9 to 1Susan10 to 1Helga11 to 1Amazonia12 to 1Nell (a new entrant) 13 to 1Heather and 2 other girls 15 to 1the remainder, 30-1I felt that Amazonia was again over rated, but some of the gamblersstill thought she had a chance at winning even though her first racewas such a dismal. I was usually available but, he wanted to stay straight and horny as hell. I worked on changing the situation after a while.First – I started to be more suggestive and open around him. My actions changed some, I picked up some more femme clothes and began to (gently at first) flaunt my sexuality when he was around. Nothing changed but…I did catch him looking once in a while. That was a start.The big move came when, on a Saturday night, I picked-up a nice married guy about twice my age. I’d gone. “Nigel, my son,” Rodney said, though obviously younger than the man. “You are so right!” Somehow he managed to bring his knees even further apart, his erection so obvious he might as well have taken it out and asked the girl if she wanted some.Purple girl fidgeted, gasping, staring at Rodney, then at Nigel, then at James. One hand moved. For a moment James thought she was going to clasp her breast, but then she thought better of it, putting her hand behind her neck. She had that look in her eye. This style of flirting would continue through the night in several bars the group both visited, and as the drinks kept coming, the more Trace returned the interest of the mystery girl, equally admiring the red heads body as much as hers was being admired and fantasized about by the red head! Both groups ended up in the same night club, right in the heart of the city, a dark but stylish club, with low ceilings, black nets d****d across doorways and passage ways within the club, as well a black.