I opened my eyes and damn near died. Shawna was working on me topless! It was her bare breasts that had felt different to me as they rubbed against my...chest. And wow, did she have nice tits! Because of her mixed heritage, she had light brown skin, about the same shade as Halle Berry. Her skin was smooth and flawless, from her long neck, to her shoulders and down to her perfect C cup breasts. Each one was tipped by a large, milk chocolate brown nipple that was growing longer and harder as she. I want to see if it gets any bigger." Wiggling out from under her, I pushed her hand away and tugged up myunderwear. "Please! Stop!" Nancy chuckled, and let me slide out from under her. "Okay, okay. I'msorry if I hurt your feelings. I'm just a little disappointed, that'sall. I was hoping to get laid tonight. But if you can't get it up..."Feeling about ready to cry, I pulled up my pants and quickly drew myshirt over my head, and jumped from the couch. I wanted to run away.Nancy picked up her. "The names are important, Gunny," she'd told him. "Get those right above all else."Reems, Lawyer one. Styphon, Lawyer two. Gibbs, Banker. Mattes, executive. The Gunny repeated it three times, and then began. "Gentlemen, good day. Messers Reems and Styphon, your interest is Legal, and Mister Gibbs, financial?" At the nods, the Gunny continued. "Well, then I suppose I'd better impress Mister Mattes, then, with the interview."After the gentle laughter subsided, Reems opened. "Your resumé is. She passes under a neon sign for another sleazy nightclub and several scantily-clad women staying dry under the building’s overhang scowl as she walks by. The rain is nearly deafening and is easily soaking through her worn-down shoes. Joyce crosses the street only once when she comes across a small group of suited, and obviously intoxicated, men huddled together under a balcony. The men wolf-whistle to get her attention, but she ignores them and keeps her head down.A block away from her.