There was nothing to loathe about Ava's job, because she was a burlesque dancer. Ever since she was little she had craved the limelight, feeling herse...f gravitated to situations where people would watch her, fascinate over her and applaud her. Ava was a natural dancer, but she wasn't slender enough nor tall enough to go far in ballet or contemporary dance, nor did she care for the musicals on the West end. Ava needed a stage to herself, or at least a stage that was focused on her as the main. She sat, feeling the tears well up in her eyes and ease themselves out of the corner and down her cheek. “Aaahh! Aaahh!” Salim heard from Amna’s room. Oh God! They were! They were! She let loose an unexpected choke of pain and misery, and buried her tearstrewn face in her hands, small tears falling hot and moist onto her bare breasts and her mouth feeling as ugly and raw as she envisaged Fluff’s cunt which she could yet again see so vividly in her mind’s eye. Why couldn’t it be her that Amna. There were two young ladies that worked for me in the office and most everyone else worked in the field. I spent a lot of time around these ladies and we developed an interesting and close relationship over the years. We talked about everything, but we always came around to the subject of sex. These young ladies were both very open about sex and, as I soon discovered, both horny as hell. The sexiest of the two, in my view, was Rena. She was a laid back, country girl that looked great in a pair. “Only due to the circumstances, I'll say yes,” Judy replied. “OK thanks. We'll be back in 20 minutes,” Jane said. Then they left and went to our room. Then we were all just going through the stunned phase for a couple more minutes. “Damn, what happened to pregnancy scares? I mean now, you have sex and get pregnant. No missed periods to scare you that you might be pregnant,” Connie said. “Well who knows. I mean they seemed to be happy about it. That could just be now though. I mean it maybe.