The queue stretches far around the corner from the club, and several doormen are refusing people entry based on their clothing. I look down at the bla...k Vans I'm wearing, which are scuffed from skateboarding. Liam hadn't given me the opportunity to get changed. I clear my throat, wanting to tell him I'm under-dressed, but he takes my hand, bypasses the security, and leads us straight in.As we continue walking through, I glance around. I've never been to a place like this in my life. It's modern. She had tried riding him until her legs trembled, clenching him tightly between her thighs, matching his thrusts with her hips. She had wanted to match his intensity, grinding hard against his groin, rushing her own orgasm, trying just once to change the routine. She'd tried bringing him to orgasm between her lips, drawing her tongue across his cock, flicking the ridge under the tip of his penis like she had seen in the films Richard kept hidden in his night stand.She'd tempted him in the. .some denim shorts and a vest sort of top. Mid-riff exposed, pierced navel, you know the sort of thing. Anyway, I finish my call and introduce myself, saying I wish she'd called me to pick her up etc. She is a bit rude, pointing out that I'm black for instance, and just asks where her Mom is, so I say at work, and then she makes herself some food and retreats to her room. I get on with my work, only a tiny bit worried that I haven't made that good a first impression, but think - oh well,. One or perhaps two others sat on the couch with backs to the window. Except for the occasional movement of something resembling head and shoulder, they were unrecognizable.Ken pressed his ear to the dirty window pane."Don't give me a bunch of shit," shouted Darlene clearly. "I was the one who had to suck the son-of-a-bitch's dick... remember? I'm the one who had to take one for the team, not you."Someone else with back to the window obviously was the focus of Darlene's diatribe. Ken squinted.