Right love, you danced before?”“Of course,” I lied again. Well I had danced, but he wasn't asking if I could do ballroom. I could strip, I’d s...ripped for my husband, for boyfriends.“OK, good enough, it’s a trial tonight, see how you do, see if the punters like you.Now hostess, you know what that means don‘t ya, they can touch you up, but anything else, you take them to the private booths, you can fuck their brains out there. They pay at the bar, you get 50%.”I nodded.“Anything else?” He. There was a row of stalls along the inside wall that adjoined the hallway. The sinks were under the windows on the opposite side. I could see lights going on in the taller buildings of Harlem.Once we were in there, we talked in low voices, close to whispers. For one thing, we didn't want anyone passing in the hallway to hear us.I said, "When I was here with Michelle - in a stall - some guy did come in to take a leak. We had to be cool for a couple of minutes."Judy seemed to take this. Her eyes were emerald green and he swore they sparkled like those of witches cat. He then walked to the entrance and stepped into the workshop. He dryly smiled as the young woman cautiously entered into the room before curtsying. "You're too young to be the proprietor." It was my parents' business. But the plague snatched them. I'm in sole charge now." Not your husband?"Beatrice shook her head while focusing on her mud covered clogs. "The plague also took Herbert, my husband. We had been. Now here I was, looking at pictures that had been emailed to me - pictures of me dressed up like a schoolgirl slut. That particular day, I had cuffed one hand to the headboard and was wearing a bright red ball gag, as I used my free hand to fuck my own ass with a medium sized vibrating dildo, my fishnet clad legs splayed up in the air, and 6 inch black pumps with ankle straps pointed toward the ceiling as i worked to find my g-spot over and over again.There was no mistaking that it was me, even.