In the head.” She lost her smile and returned to her work. “He touched me,” Vixen panted heavily with hooded eyes. Indian sex Dane located the bar beneath the balconies facing the stage and chose a seat, ordering a scotch from the busty female bartender who pulled her full attention from the blonde onstage to eye him with the same level of attraction. She threw her head back in ecstasy as she let out a shrill cry and finally gave out, falling to her side as her fingers mindlessly slid across her bare breasts. Exploring her sexuality was also another perk to her job at Femme; she was paid an exorbitant amount of cash in only one hour on stage and she could spend that hour practicing her seduction and letting others practice on her, even though most could hardly ever cause enough moisture between her legs to mean anything. He felt pretty sorry for the poor girl who had to deal with his drunken courage and pissy, sore-loser aggressiveness. “Dane. Her slut girlfriend deserved what she got, but she didn’t deserve Kimmy.” Dane was about to give another apology but he spotted a very extravagantly dressed gentleman in a pin-striped suit and a black chinchilla coat, smoking a cigar and strutting a glorified look of self-importance.
