“You’re so prepared!” I chuckled. I remember her bump was larger than mine and oh so slippery. You made more money and had more dances with a guy, if you were generous with the contact you allowed. A couple feet inside the door we started kissing passionately – we’d never really kissed at the club – and simultaneously undressed each other, leaving a pile of clothes right there. When she got up, I knew I had to please her. She drank in my juices as I climaxed. I bought a burner phone and the next time he came in I gave him my number. But that’s not all she did, and I’m sure this was not part of the lesson. Obviously married if you looked at his finger. We climbed up on the bed and laid there kissing and rubbing each others boobs and occasionally caressing the other’s pussy. I dressed real sexy but wore a long overcoat so I wouldn’t be too obvious as I walked into his apartment building and up the stairs. She got dressed again and led me to the “private dance room,” which happened to be her sofa. “OK, OK, pretend you have a cock,” but she actually had her hand flat against my pussy for a few seconds. As soon as that happened she danced close
