"I'm supposed to interview you," he said."You're supposed to interview witnesses, not the cop who made the bust," I corrected."You mean the woman?" I'...l take care of that too," I said."Oh." He looked nervous and started shifting around on his feet. It was obvious he didn't know what to do now.I helped him."This is where you say 'Have a nice night, sir, ' and then walk confidently out the door to take your perp down to the station and book him," I said."Oh ... right. Have a nice night, sir," he. Where could Max find such good looking women to serve as waitresses, she wondered. Each one could pass as a supermodel. But if the waitresses were beautiful, the dancers were. . . goddesses.Darcie knew a thing or two about feminine beauty. After all, she got her start in broadcasting on the strength of her own tawny good looks. But these dancers seem to possess an innate sensuality that stoked desire, combined with bodies that seemed utterly perfected to slake any man’s appetites. Or woman’s,. .. don't deny thatyou've always dreamed of this. Dreamed of being my girl. My sweet sexyKarren!"The lustful moan that escaped my lips just as Vicky began kissing meagain confirmed her correct assessment.As Karen and I made out, my mind wouldn't stop racing. Every erotictouch of Vicky's on my sensitive new body seemed to pull a tender woman'smoan from me. She was right of course... I had always dreamed of this,but I never in my life imagined that it could be possible. But everymovement I. All this took the two of them into the night,well after sunset. "Wow," Tami said aloud to herself. "He looksamazing. A real, shiny vinyl Wonder Woman!"Now all she had to do was clean up her work area and cut Eric out frombehind. Tami was certain Eric was more fatigued and miserable than shewas. Then a thought came to her: "If I begin cutting him out, the tapewill retract on itself, causing my work to be ruined! Or maybe not...hmmm, I don't want to risk it." After a short self-berating,.