Oh, sweetheart, Dean said, backing away and starting up the stairs two at a time, his face sliding into a casual and easy grin that had been winning g...rls over from broom closets to back seats since he was fifteen, its not the length of time you have, but what you do with the time you got. They blew down the hallway like hell itself haunted them and slammed into the door of the apartment in a heap. Realizing Sammy had the key, Dean pounded against the door, hoping his brother was still inside. I had recently been rescued from the ranks of the gainfully employed by a "restructuring" and had sought some employment to keep afloat until the next project opened. The owner offered this hardly lucrative position to me through the timely departure of his previous bartender. She had taken off one weekend with a very good salesman and left her shifts uncovered. I'd been glad to step in originally, but after the first few weeks, the monotony was painful. I wouldn't starve, but I might die of. (I have to say they were around 38DD because I have a female friend who is that size.) She had large areolas and the nipples themselves were long trying to pierce through her top. I couldn't help to stare at her tits. I told her "HI" and asked for the toys. She asked me to come in and I did so with the door open. She walked over to a bag in the middle of the floor. Then she bent over taking her time getting the bag off the floor. I just had to look at her big round ass in those tight slacks. I. ?Your regular salon and your regular beautician.?? So far, everything I?d told her to do wouldbe involving strangers and nothing was overtly sexual.? She looked up at me in mild shock.? I stared her down, and she lowered her head. ?Yes, Sir,? she said quietly, her entire bodyshaking. ?Good.? Well,you have a lot of things to take care of today, and Ihave to get to work.? Remember, if youdecide you don?t want to go through with this, quitting is easy.? All you have to do is skip one task, and.