He said, go look and see if we can make it to your room.I'm still looking at his dick in my hand glistening with his precum.He tells me, Hey, hello! H...rry up and go see, then you can play with my dick for as long as you want to, OK? Hello?.Oh ya right Ok, stay here I'll be right back.I turn around and open the door to the house and walk in, don't see anyone so I turn back toward him and wave my hand at him saying, OK, come on, come on, I shut the door behind him, and tell him to follow me, be. She was really sweet and super friendly. Everyone was surprisingly really nice and professional. I watched the others girls give their shows, working the pole, bearing every inch of their bodies to the crowd and wondered if I could do the same. I got a ride home from one of the bouncers and planned to come back next week. I didn’t make it back. Why that was is a story for another time. I never became a stripper and I didn’t give it a second thought after that. I grew up to be a nice little. She was fascinated by the subject . They talked for about two hours, Julie without realising, had told Tony all about her sexual frustrations, men were scared of her, many were afraid of being accused of f***ed ****. Tony looked at his watch, it was gone twelve, he rose saying sorry about the lateness of the time. Julie assured him she had enjoyed the evening, closing the front door she was sorry he was gone. CHAPTER 2 Tony thought about Julie the next day as he went about clearing some old. I entered the small cafe, turning a few heads, but after a quick scan I knew he wasn't here yet. I sat down, ordered a latte and tryed to ignore the ominous voice that was telling me I was stupid to even come here. As soon as he arrived I knew who he was. Christian Knight was tall, around 6'2 and he had an atheletic, muscular frame. He had olive toned skin, beautiful features and exquisite grey-green eyes. His hair was black, streaked with only a hint of silver, just hinting at an older age.