There was a beat up old table, three chairs, a telephone and a drafting board. He shared a common bathroom with the offices on his floor.He’d come a...long way from there. He now had a swanky office with all the bells and the whistles and half a dozen staff working under him.I grabbed a beer and plunked back against the bar, sipping the chilled liquid and surveying the crowd. I wondered for the thousandth time why architects and those connected with any form of art often sprout beards and / or. "How did it go, Daddy?" Beth had come up and wanted to know about the site. "Look, Beth! Carolyn said she could be interested. I'm excited, but now I'm afraid again about opening up. Maybe I'll say the wrong thing and scare her off." Beth sat down and read her reply and then read through her profile again."Well, Daddy, it sounds promising, but of course you never know. I'll say this - you always told me never to lie. I'd say that you have to be honest about everything you say. Um, not about us. One of my escorts knocked sharply on the door of the unnamed room and was told to enter. I was prodded through the opened door.The room was panelled in deep mahogany, with a large Caledonian flag hanging behind a long desk where five women were sat. There was a chair in front of them and I was told to sit down.I noticed the Captain on the far end, but did not recognise any of the other people. The women in the middle had more medals and was the one beckoning me to the chair. She smiled meekly. She went of and showered and came out dressed in high heels, black top and a glittery rock and roll skirt, looking quite good.The evening was enjoyable, Jan danced several times with different men and groups, and was quite a good dancer, whilst I sat chatting with her friends , all the time imagining , as I watched her dance, that I was going to lift that dress and fuck her later.I had a small twinge of regret that I didn't tell her not to wear any panties under her dress although later when I.