Saleen could come up with appropriate music. She could sing while the girls did the bump and grind. They could give hand jobs and blow jobs as a part ...f a lap dance for a larger fee.The Songbird closed down for a week while they trained blackjack dealers, cleaned up the whores, and rehearsed the new act. Rolly tried to show the girls what he wanted for lap dances, and once Saleen got the idea she helped even more. The central supporting posts of the building were sanded smooth and the girls. Anne Masters, the preacher's wife, had done a terrible thing: she had accepted a sip of liquor from Dan's flask. It was the first time liquor had passed her lips since her marriage; the second was seven minutes later, and the third... Thirty minutes into the reception, Anne Masters was feeling no pain. She had just taken a piece of cake to slow things down when she saw Ed Reeves, the church deacon, standing in the doorway.He was a big man, an attractive man, quite dark skinned with graying hair. I was good friends with an older guy who worked there called Ken and we had a good laugh about football and other stuff. He was good at giving advice and i always enjoyed talking to him. He was engaged to a lovely lady and he lived with her in her house but he also owned his own 2 bedroom flat in a nice part of town which he was renting out to one of the females we worked with and she lived there with her boyfriend while the flat was on the market waiting to be sold. Her name was Sarah and i. The tic-tic-tic became a background rhythm to the circles she made on her clitoris, and it began throbbing in time. Her breath was coming in short gasps as she pinched her right nipple, sending a jolt of electricity straight to her crotch. Tic-tic-tic. The timer continued inexorably on. She began easing her hips back and forth, the upward motion naturally allowing her finger to slide downward to the edge of her folds, and back up onto her clitoris. Her breathing was becoming more ragged, and.