I felt numb. I was aware of my faculties; however, they didn't appear to be functioning properlyI pulled her to me, wanting to comfort her, however I ...ouldn't think of a consoling word. I waited for her to say something, anything; her only response was to put her arm around my waist and pull me closer.We clung to one another a long while and when she spoke I pushed her from me in shock, dumfounded by her words."WHAT!" My voice was close to a yell. "What did you ask?" Her question shocked. At any given time, there were various "shows" going on, each on a separate little stage that was about seven feet square and rose a couple of feet off the floor. The girls in the shows were of the same rank as the waitresses, and in fact, alternated with the waitresses, switching from one task to the other every little while.Devon was assigned as a showgirl/waitress as an introduction for her. Just in case she had any shred of lingering pride or shyness, she was to perform in three separate. She was then gagging for me to slide my cock between her legs.This was when she told me her plan, as long as I was up for it. The dirty bitch wanted to go back to the taverna with no knickers on and give the waiters a little show.I was a little surprised as she had never wanted to do anything like this before. As she told me of her little plan I became very aroused and came inside her instantly. She asked for my approval which I instantly gave.The following day seemed very long as we waited for. ”“I know,” he said. That struck me as being a little odd. I mean here I just met the guy and he knows where I live? I shrugged it off and we headed for class. Maybe he saw me as I left the house for class or something. We sat next to each other through boring calculus and were out the door as soon as the bell sounded. Next period was free time and we were supposed to stay on campus, but since I lived right across the street, nothing was ever said when I slipped over to the house for something..