The club had no rules and the girls could get as nasty as they wanted to make money. They got to keep all the money they made on stage but had to spli... the back room money with the club. Zoey learned real fast how to make the most tips on stage. The nastier she got the more the men tipped her. Once on stage she would strip to nothing and spread her legs. The more pussy she showed the more money they would throw at her. One guy loved to stuff money in her cunt. She would let them lick her and. But, dammit, why does my Clan Queen continue to want to expand my ... Oh, hell, call it a harem and get it over with.I still find it hard to believe that my wives get along so well. Sometimes it's almost ... scary. The few times they've begun to argue a little, I let my pheromones go and we damn near fucked each other to death. I know that Diana has my best interests at heart – hell, she seems to live to please me – but I'm beginning to feel like she may be running my life just a little too. Here is where i mess up, thinking back, stupidly i get up to use the restroom, leaving my drink behind, i had maybe 2 or 3 bye this time, so i come back and casually finish the rest of the drink, during this time a guy sits next to me and we start talking, he was a black man, very built, charming, and good looking. obviously flirting with me, I am almost drunk and flirt back, we talked for quite a while, and i agree to leave with him. all night long there were warning signs but i don't notice. That would be a proper fate for the Golden Wind. Hours pass as I continue my shift. The heat of the day makes way to the frigid night. It is a new moon, but tomorrow it shall begin to wax again. It’s said to be a good omen, to begin sailing under a waxing moon. A shame I don’t believe in such superstitions. Were it good luck, I would have been free long ago. At last, my shift ends and I can get some sleep. My hands are numb from the cold that has quickly set in. It used to frighten me. I used.