"Well Michael, let me be very forward with you. I've been working here for three months now, and almost every night, you are here. You tip me quite ni...ely, but do not bother to tip the other girls. Is there a reason for that?" She paused, then interjected before giving him a chance to reply. "Oh, please! Don't think I'm complaining. I'm just a little curious, that's all."He shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not interested in the other dancers. Why should I give them money if I'm not interested in. He pushed the bottom of her baby-doll to her waist and pulled the thin thong down her legs. She smiled to herself, parted her feet wide expectantly, heard the movement of clothes behind her until she felt the bulbous head of his cock sliding between her spread thighs. She had been lubricating since leaving home dressed like that but now was very wet in anticipation and expectation. She tilted her pelvis to avail her hole even more to him and moaned deeply when the cock pressed and spread her. ” I said through a mouthful of pepperoni. I figured that ought to shut her up.She made another checkmark on the clipboard.“How often do you have sex?” she asked brightly.“Do I look like the kind of guy who has sex at all?” I countered.Another mark on the clipboard. She didn’t push that one, but kept asking questions that didn’t appear to have any common ground at all.Finally my burgeoning headache got the best of me.“These are about the stupidest questions I’ve ever heard.” I said. I hadn’t. The problem is that through time you need more imagination and this is where I strive most, creating the ideal situation for both me and the man, or men I choose for that evening, yes believe it or not, I go looking for sex, just like guys do, and sometimes I get into a pickle and finish-up getting more than I bargained for. I love live sex, watching others do it. I get turned-on with the moaning and the sounds of intercourse, the cock going in and out and the smell, yes the smell, god I could.