my belly. “This is my first.”

She gave me a dimpled grin. “And a future customer?”

“Um-m,” I didn’t think she was much over eleven, “we’ll see.”

“If you have the time now, we can get the interview over with, I can get you a list of references, and you can check them out before the baby is born. Also I’m great around the house and yard too.” She handed me another card, stating such.

“Really?” Had to give her credit, she was a spunky little thing. Nodding I chuckled. “Alright, come on in Tiffany Ann Smith, lets have a soda and chat.”

“Everyone calls me Tiff, Mrs. Johnson.”

“Miss,” I corrected her, “but Sylvia or Syl will be fine, Tiff.”

She was an incredible delight, and surprisingly over fifteen, the first bit of fun I had since I became pregnant. So fresh and honest, she looked around my gold and green dining room. “Syl, know you just moved in, and I sure hope you didn’t do this,” she scrunched up her face, like she bit into a bad lemon, “because it looks dreadful.”

“It does, doesn’t it,” scrunching up my face like her, I patted Tiff’s arm, “and I didn’t do any of it. You happen to have a suggestion?”

“Sure I can paint it. I don’t have any references on painting, but all those people will tell you what a good worker I am.”

“I’ll think about it, but tell me Tiff, what are you working so hard for, a car?”

“No, I just have no clue to what I want to do, so I want to try this or that.” She smiled, showing off a pair of cute dimples, and perfect teeth, bet she had just got rid of her braces. “And it’s a great way to meet people.” Tiff looked at my belly. “Does the baby kick much?”

“Not too much, do you want to feel?” She nodded eagerly, and I picked up my blouse. “It’s not hard enough to feel through my clothes, except every once in a while.” Tiff rubbed my belly, and I put my hand over hers, guiding it to the side. “Right about there he’s quite active.”

Tiff giggled, and her freckled-face lit up as Joey gave her a decent kick. “Wow, that’s neat Syl. My mom said she got hooked on oil rubdowns while pregnant, dad did them, and she taught us girls how, so she could always con one of us in to doing it. You like them?”

“Who doesn’t?”

She scribbled on a card, and handed it to me. It said, ‘specialty, oil massages.’ With a slight grimace Tiff raised an eyebrow, and shrugged. “Wasn’t sure how to spell maussuses.”

“You’re absolutely adorable,” I patted her hands, as they were still rubbing my belly, “I have a sneaking suspicion it will not be too long and I’m on the referral list.”

“I’ll make up more cards, someone as pretty as you should need help with something.”

“Thank you for the compliment, but right now I don’t feel so pretty.”

“Syl, you’re beautiful,” Tiff rubbed my sides, “you have curves,” she looked at my titties, “so many curves. You’re gorgeous,” she shrugged, “I don’t even have one curve, just like a board, straight down.”

“Oh honey,” I gave her a hug, “they’ll come. If you’re not already, pretty soon you’ll have to chase the boys off with a stick.”

“No,” Tiff wrinkled her button nose, “I don’t think so.”

“Oh it’ll happen, trust me.” I held out my hand. “Well, better take you around the house and get your ideas, so I can make an informed decision.”

She took my hand and I gave her a tour, getting good suggestions on every room. After going over each room, Tiff would take my hand while walking to the next. She even inspected the garage for the tools I might have, because I didn’t have a clue. Following our tour we made some lunch, then just chatted for two hours, and I had the best time in a long time.

It was getting late, so she put her bike in the trunk and I drove her home, where I met her parents. He was an engineer, she was raising their three daughters, Tiff being the middle child. She looked like a short, skinnier version of her mom.

Accepted a cup of tea, and told her mother what an impressive young lady I found Tiff to be. Her mom smiled, and hugged her daughter. “Yes, around here she’s our little go-getter, if she sets her mind on something she’s going to work hard to get it, and always does.”

Finished my tea, and said, “Thank you for the nice visit and tea, enjoyed meeting a neighbor. If you do not mind I have quite a bit of work for Tiff, probably most of the summer.”

She was giggling, jumping around, and her mom smiled. “Well, I guess we’ll be seeing a lot more of you Sylvia, and I look forward to it. Was a pleasure to meet you.”

Tiff walked me out to the car. “What should I wear, I mean work clothes?”

“Um-m, I don’t know we’ll be going to the paint store, and other places, plus I wouldn’t mind someone enjoying the spa with me. If it’s not too forward, you could bring several outfits, I’m sure I can find drawer space for–”

“Oh Syl,” she hugged me, “that’d be great. Thank you, you’ve made me so happy.”

“No honey,” I kissed the top of her head, “you’ve made me so happy.”

* * *

A knock at the door woke me and I looked at the clock, which had a seven and two ones on it. I stumbled to the door, and opened it to, “Hi Syl,” was Tiff, holding a shopping bag, “we didn’t set a time, am I too late?”

“No sweetie, not at all.” I adjusted my robe and hair. “Ah, you like to get up early?”

“Yes, should get most of the work done before the heat.”

“Good thinking.” I yawned. “First thing I think we’re doing is getting your cute little bottom a house key.”

Standing in the doorway she half turned and stuck her butt out. “You think I’ve a cute little bottom?”

“Absolutely,” I patted her butt, “now get it inside, and lets find you some drawer space.” I took her back to my bedroom. “Should be room in the top two drawers, cutie.”

Tiff opened the top drawer. “Wow Syl, you have a lot of fancy panties. Most are so soft and slick. Bet they feel good.”

“Yes,” I chuckled, “guess I do. Those are silk, go ahead sweetie, rub them on your cheek, and they would feel even better on your cute little bottom.”

“Um-m,” she was rubbing a pair of red panties on her cheek, then across her lips, “I’ve never felt anything so nice.” The little minx pulled the front of her cut-offs down a couple inches, showing her panties. “Have some flowered ones, but most are just white, and all are cotton.”

Could not find a comfortable nightgown, so it was silk panties and bra for me. Tiff was arranging things in the drawer, so I took off my robe and got a dress out of the closet. “Oh my god,” Tiff gasped, I turned to find her staring at me, “you wear them all the time? Syl, you’re so sexy. You should be on a calendar.”

“Can tell you’re going to be great for my ego.” I shook my head. “But, I’m not calendar material, not even for pregnant ladies.”

“Um-m,” Tiff wiggled her eyebrows, “you’d be on mine, every month, each in different undies, showing off all your gorgeous curves.”

“Thank you, for making my day, even if it was a tad early. Actually, I think you’ve made my past year all worth it.” I hugged her. “You’re such a cutie.”

Tiff rubbed my butt. “So soft, so sexy.”

Got dressed, made us a little breakfast and we decided to start at this end of the house, with the kitchen and dining room. Appliances were white, cabinets a light oak, flooring a darker oak, and tile counters a light tan, so we had to stick with these colors. Tiff had some color charts from when her parents re-did their home last year, and she picked cinnamon, and wanted all the trim in the house to be white, bright white.

I wrinkled my nose when she said white, and she wiggled my nose. “It’ll tie everything in, trust me.”

“You got it sweetie, I’m in your hands.” Tiff shivered, and sighed.

Holding up this chip or that one, Tiff would eventually tape one or two on the wall, then work on another wall. She had a great eye, and I loved her choices, so it was off to the local lumberyard. First thing we made her a set of house keys, then took care of the other things we needed. On our way to the check stand we passed the tile section. “Look at these?”

I turned to see what Tiff was talking about to find it was tile accents, as in sets that made a picture. “Very nice.”

“Match your tile perfect, look at the two wine country pictures, they have your colors in them. I think they’d look great in the kitchen, would be easy to replace what’s there.”

“Tiff, can you do tile?”

“You bet,” she gave me that dimple-filled smile, “I’m my dad’s boy. So I help him work on the car, do woodworking in the garage, play catch with him at the picnics,” she giggled, “even go with him to all his father/son things at work.”

“Up to you, if you’re up to the challenge so am I. So, you’re not just cute, but talented.”

Tiff giggled, insisting she wasn’t cute, but she was wrong. We filled up the cart, then the trunk. On our way home I turned in at a shopping mall. “Ah,” Tiff wrinkled her nose, “Syl, what do we need here?”

“Work shopping is done,” I wiggled my eyebrows, “time for a bit of fun shopping. Thought maybe I could buy you some fancy panties, if you want?”

“Really?”

“Sure sweetie.”

She slid over and hugged me, thanking me with a kiss on the cheek. We got inside, and she took one look at the place, shaking her head. “Syl, I don’t know where to start.”

“Honey,” I patted her butt, “that’s why it’s called shopping.” I took her hand. “Come on, let’s start with a bra.”

“Oh, I never wear one,” Tiff shrugged, “don’t need one.”

“Maybe not,” I leaned over, and whispered in her ear, “but think we can find one to give you a bit more curves, until nature catches up.”

“Really?”

“Sure sweetie.”

We found one of the new gel filled push-up bras, and she liked the lacy boy shorts that matched, pink, trimmed with black lace, they were very sexy. Heading towards the changing room we picked up this or that, including a thong, also matching her bra, and some silk panties.

I stood outside the door while Tiff changed. “Syl, did I put this on right?”

Peeked in, and she was in her bra and panties. “Um-m, you’re a hottie.” She giggled, and I patted her back. “Bend over at the waist fully, and adjust yourself to get the full effect.”

Tiff bent over, and fiddled with the sides of the bra. “No sweetie, like this.” I cupped her titties, jiggled them, then lightly squeezed them and pulled them up, before helping her stand. “Does that feel comfortable?”

“God, it felt great Syl.”

“Stop being naughty, does it feel like everything is in the right place, comfortable?”

“Um-huh,” she was looking in the mirror, “I’ve got titties.”

“Yes you do sweetie, now slip your t-shirt back on and let’s see the curves.”

She did it, then turning this way and that looked in the mirrors. “Isn’t this cheating?”

“No,” I chuckled, “it’s to make you feel better. If a boy gets upset your bra is not as full as he thought… Well, he did not deserve to take your bra off.” She giggled. “I’m serious Tiff, you’re a fun, smart, pretty girl, and do not need to take your bra off to keep a boy.”

“I won’t, promise.” She gave me a hug. “Love the fit of the boy shorts I don’t need to try anything else on, these are perfect.”

“They definitely are, but sweetie you can’t have just one set of underwear. Now, lets try that matching thong next.”

Went back outside because I was starting to get aroused, blaming my pregnancy more than this little cutie I was fondling. She showed me the thong, and had the t-shirt back off. It was a keeper, and so were most of the things. I took the tags off her bra and thong so Tiff could wear them out of the store.

Paid for everything, and the salesgirl gave me a coupon. “For your next visit ladies.”

On our way out Tiff sighed. “This feels sexy, but too bad we didn’t get the coupon first.”

“Oh sweetie,” I took her arm, “we’ll be back, and you look incredibly sexy. How about if I buy my sexy girl some lunch?”

“Syl, I’m going to wind up owing you–”

“Oh s-sh,” I gave her a little hip bump, “these are a gift. Now lunch?”

“Sure,” she leaned closer, “but I need to find a bathroom I got a little over-excited.”

“Um-m,” I giggled, “a new pair of sexy panties does the same thing to me.” Took her to the bathroom, then we enjoyed a nice lunch.

Out in the car Tiff snuggled up next to me. “Thanks for everything, Syl.” She gave me a kiss on the cheek. “I think your husband was as dumb as a rock.”

“No,” I chuckled, “he’s real smart.”

“No he’s not,” Tiff insisted, “or he would’ve never thrown away someone as beautiful as you, and your baby too.”

“Love the compliment, but you wouldn’t be saying that if you saw those models on his arm.” I snorted. “No, I was the one definitely dumb as a rock.” I kissed the top of her head. “Just didn’t listen to my own advice, and took my panties off when I shouldn’t have.”

Like all ladies she had to try on everything once we got home, and I enjoyed the fashion show. By the time it was over it was too late to start work, so we enjoyed the spa. When it was time for her to go home she was wearing what she showed up in. “Honey, don’t you want to take some of those clothes home, you can you know?”

“I know, but I’m supposed to be working, not shopping. Don’t really want to explain why I got such sexy things.”

Girl was smart, and I didn’t try to defend my motives, just said, “When you’re ready it will be fine by me.”

Next morning I woke up to the smell of bacon, and soon that sexy girl was bringing in a tray. “Hi sleepyhead, not sure if I have enough milk in your tea, or what seasonings you like on your egg, but I can get you whatever you need.”

I scooted up, enough to sit. “I’m sure everything is fine, thanks Tiff, you’re an angel, and are spoiling me.”

“Nothing you don’t deserve.” Napkin in hand she rolled the sheet down off my chest. “Whoa, sexy, sexy, and I can see you don’t need a padded bra.” Was wearing a see-through black lace bra, because it was very comfortable, and Tiff put the corner of the napkin in my cleavage so both titties were exposed. “I didn’t put any sugar on your grapefruit.”

“That’s how I like it, and some of my breasts are baby related.” Did not want to make a big deal of it, and cover myself up, and Tiff wasn’t staring, so I just left it the way it was. I patted the bed beside me. “Will never eat all this, sit and help me out. Honey, you do know that’s a sports bra, and you usually wear a shirt over it?”

“Really? Huh, it’s going to be too hot for another shirt.” Tiff shrugged. “Can I just wear it like this?”

“Sure sweetie.”

Tiff happily sat, and I held out a spoonful of grapefruit, getting her giggling as she took the bite. I hand-fed her, with her nipping my fingers a couple of times. When through she took the tray, and I got up. “So, what’s your plan for the day?”

“Whoa, your panties are see-through too, that’s really sexy.” Tiff sighed. “Don’t think something like that would look good on me.”

Having so much fun I forgot what I was wearing, and blushed a bit at the situation. Only thing I could come up with was, “Honey, you wear something like this you’d put me to shame.”

“Unh-unh, no way.” She ran her hand down the side of my bra. “Looks comfortable, I didn’t see anything like it yesterday.”

“It’s very comfortable,” I put my robe on, “and you can only get this kind of thing at specialty stores, which we could visit.”

“Maybe,” Tiff shrugged, “I’m going to start on the tile today. Want to install it and double-check our colors, in case things aren’t going to work out.”

She didn’t seem to be upset or curious about seeing me nearly naked, so I let it go. Which was a good thing, seeing as I didn’t have a clue on how to handle the issue. Being an only child it never came up at home, and being as I went to the local University I never had dorm mates, just lived at home.

I got out to the kitchen and she had the old tile off the wall, with the new ones laid out on the counter. “See Syl, it’s going to look great.”

I peeked over her shoulder. “You’re really something cutie, thanks.” I kissed her cheek.

Made sure I kept my see-through panties in the drawer, and woke up each morning with my breakfast ready and me feeding Tiff. She had started on a Wednesday and the second Friday came, and at lunch I put four hundred dollars on the table. She wrinkled her cute nose. “What’s this for?”

“Your paycheck, if it’s not enough I have a bit more, or can go to the bank this–”

“No Syl, I don’t need paid.” Tiff pushed the money back towards me. “I love being here, and you spend way too much on me.” She looked like she was going to cry, a look I had never seen on her face before. “Never did this for the money.”

“Oh honey,” I hugged her, “know that, and I love you being here, but you need to get something for all this. And those things are gifts from a friend to help a special friend feel as sexy as she looks to me.”

Tiff held back the tears. “You think I look sexy?”

“Absolutely,” I gave her a kiss on the lips, “and I’ve seen all your outfits, including your naughty ones. Someday there’s going to be a boy you take a fancy to, and he’s going to be one lucky fellow. Might even find him if you didn’t hang around me all day.”

“Please,” she made a sour face, “no way would I give up all this for a boy. Syl, you’re so much fun, and we never have problems. My folks like you, and are happy I’m here, what do I need boy troubles for?”

“I’d argue with you,” I shrugged, “but I don’t have an argument, you’re right.” She giggled, and gave me a hug. “But, you still are getting paid.”

“Fine,” Tiff grinned taking two hundred dollars, “half, and I’m taking you to lunch, maybe buying you something special.”

Pushed another hundred her way. “Deal.”

Tiff was also sneaky, we went to lunch, not far from the sexy lingerie store I had told her about, and she wanted to stop in. Once inside she held up a pair of pink Brazilian-cut panties. “What do you think?”

“You’ll look great in them.”

“Not for me Syl, for you.” Tiff winked at me. “Was thinking this could be the something special, it’s not wrong is it?”

“With our relationship, it’s not wrong at all.” I rubbed my belly. “But in this condition I’m not sure how I’ll look in them, and I don’t know how they’ll fit after the baby.”

“Lets go see, I can always get you more after Joey.” She picked up two or three other panties, all with matching bras. “This will give us an idea if we’re on the right track.”

I tried on half a dozen sets, and Tiff had to take a good look, but liked the first better, then bought herself a set to match. I insisted on buying hers, which she let me do, and she was just thrilled we matched, also bought her a see-through black lace panty and matching bra.

Next morning at breakfast Tiff saw I was wearing her outfit, and giggling she dropped her cut-offs and pulled off her top. “Look, me too.”

Probably wrong, but she was so happy I didn’t say anything, and we ate breakfast in our matching bra and panties. When Tiff took the tray, and I stood she said, “You look much better in them than I do.”

“Don’t be silly.” My arm around her waist I took her over, so we could stand in front of the mirror side by side. “I know you’re not blind, you look fantastic, I’m lumpy.”

“Now who’s being silly? Syl, you’re pregnant.” Tiff rubbed my belly. “Are you sorry, because I want a baby, but no husband bothering me?”

“Sweetie,” I hugged her, “that will probably change for you. As for me,” I put my hands on hers, and rubbed my belly, “I was alright with it about two weeks ago, and I meet this fantastic young lady who makes me so happy I’m thrilled with my life.”

“Really?” Tiff giggled. “Well, I’m going to be here for you when you get out of the hospital, and I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

“Sure,” I gave her a kiss, “but only if I can be there for you with your baby?”

“Deal.” We got dressed and went to work.

She was a fantastic worker, tile turned out great, her colors perfect, and she was a complete joy to watch. Everyday I made sure we spent an hour or two in the spa, and laying in the sun. She gave me great oil massages, which my swelling belly sorely needed and my aching feet too, then I returned the favor. Same thing went for brushing my hair, which I loved.

As for the house it was turning out beautiful, my bedroom had three shades of pink, the middle one matched our matching underwear, and the pure white trim did tie everything in. I did take her to the sexy lingerie store again, along with our other one, but also bought her regular clothes. I’m not sure if she ever took much of it home, I know she never took either pair of her see-through panties and bras home. She did wear one of her gel bras home often, but always came back the next morning with it.

One day she ran across my list, and scrunched up her face. “Syl, what’s this?”

I explained, and she got a big laugh out of it, then helped me add some to it. End of August we had a little house party so her family could see the work Tiff did, and she had a great time showing off. Getting plenty of compliments for her handiwork, and new curves, under a beautiful pink sundress I bought her for the occasion. Sandra, a year older than Tiff, was half a foot taller and had plenty of curves. Liz, almost two years younger than Tiff, was an inch taller and had also blossomed early. Both had dark hair and green eyes, neither were nowhere near as cute, nor as outgoing as their sister.

Her mother stopped by often, so she had seen most of the place, but it was the first for her dad, and he was very impressed of his daughter’s skills. I could not say enough nice things about my helper, and gushed to the point of embarrassing my little Tiff.

Despite being pregnant it was a wonderful summer, and I was the happiest I had ever been, then Tiff was back in school, and I missed her terribly. But, my girl came over once in a while during the week, and always over on the weekends. If early enough we usually went shopping, because being pregnant it was so much easier with her than by myself. I would always take her to lunch, and buy her clothes.

For my birthday the little cutie turned the back bedroom into a massage room. “Check it out,” Tiff pulled me towards the table, “see the cut outs? They’re for your sexy belly and boobies, you can lay on your stomach in comfort.”

“Oh sweetie,” I gave her a hug, “you spent way too much.”

“Not really,” she giggled, “I did the work, you paid for most of the equipment, hope you don’t mind, Syl?”

“Not at all, baby, I love it, and you. It’s so fantastic,” I hugged, and gave her a kiss, “our own massage room. What are those?”

“Aromatherapy and a hot stone massage kit,” she rubbed my back, “already called your doctor, and she says it’s fine, but you can’t lay on the rocks. I already studied the manual and video, do you want to try it?”

“Um-m, yes,” I gave her a kiss, “it’s the nicest present ever, baby. I like the smell.”

“Supposed to be very soothing on the nerves. I have special oils for after the baby.” She took off my blouse and skirt, then patted my butt. “Get on the table, I’m so excited.”

“You? I’ve got goosebumps.” I lay down. “Ah-h, very comfy.”

Tiff undid my bra, and I stiffen a little, but she rubbed my back. “I’m going to use oil, you need to be naked, Syl.” I raised up, and Tiff cupped my titties, then slowly pulled off my bra. She lay a small towel on my butt, then pulled off my panties. She didn’t do anything really arousing, but that didn’t stop me from becoming that way.

“Okay, we start off with oil, it’s warm.” She rubbed my shoulders. “We’re going to get rid of that tightness. If it’s too warm let me know, sexy lady.” I groaned, thinking I was more of a beached whale than sexy lady, but my girl was doing such a good job I couldn’t form words. “Goes for the rocks too, I’ll check and they won’t be hot to me, but if it’s uncomfortable let me know.” Best I could do was give her a groan and slight wave.

The oil rub down was great, then Tiff placed toasty warm rocks down the middle of my back. She did my thighs, calves, and feet. “Syl, want your bottom done?”

“Um-m, heaven,” I murmur.

Tiff takes off my towel and I realize I’m naked, but it’s too late I can’t move. With warm oiled rocks in her hands my talented girl is rubbing me down with the stones. If I had to rate it over a regular massage it was a ten, with a regular being a one, maybe a two. This was nirvana, and my girl worked on me for half an hour before removing the stones, then gave me another rubdown. “There’s a way to use cold stones,” Tiff giggled, “but I’m still studying it. There was a lot of things I had to learn to get this far.”

“Oh honey, I love you, and I want to learn this, so I can do it to you. Sweetie, it feels so incredible the heat going into your body.”

“It’s a deal, sexy,” Tiff patted my butt, “now lets roll over, and I’ll put the pieces back in the table, then finish the massage.”

There was a second of hesitation over the nudity, but if this was half as good as I was going to feel I had to do it. With Tiff’s help I got on my side, then she put the belly and booby pieces in, and I lay on my back. I was getting oiled down, and Tiff gave me a little kiss. “Syl, would you get upset if I told you, that you’re glowing and you look beautiful?”

“Yes Tiff, I’d have to throw you out of our house.” I tried to pat her back, but my arm only made it as high as her bottom. “I’ll never get tired of hearing that, my talented little massage specialist, I love you spoiling me.”

“Syl,” she was placing rocks between my toes, fingers, on my thighs, and on my palms, “you said ‘our’ house, did you really mean it?”

“Um-huh, sweetie.” I could not move. “Come over here and I’ll kiss you.” Giggling she ran over and gave me a long kiss. “Honey, this is as much your house as mine, and you truly make it a home.”

“God Syl,” Tiff sniffled, “you say the nicest things to me. I did this because you’ve always treated me so well, and I love you. Some times I think of all the things you did, and do for me, and it makes me cry.”

“Why baby, why would you ever cry?”

“Don’t laugh,” Tiff sighed, “but think I’ll disappoint you, and I don’t ever–”

“Honey, come back up here.” Tiff came back up by my head. “Kiss me Tiff, and tell me if this is from a person who will fail her best friend.” She held my head, and kissed me, as a tear fell on my cheek. “Sweetie, I’d risk my life for you, and would never be disappointed in you. You’re so cute and talented, I’m just always amazed.”

Tiff kissed me. “Have to quiet down, time for your facial. I‘m going to put the stones on then let you need to lay still. These last stones are chakra energy stones, gemstones that help you balance your energy. Now bear with me, I have to keep looking over the manual, because these have specific places and specific stones.”

“Baby, I’m not going to move, even if it takes days.” I let out a contented sigh. “You’re precious, and are doing great.”

“S-sh,” She kissed me, “just relax my lady love. We need to get other stones to stimulate and cleanse these, plus different stones work better for some people. I set up a cabinet, and it will hold them all. This is the fourth chakra, the heart,” Tiff bent down and kissed my breastbone, before placing a stone there, “this rose quartz will heal your old pains, and let you love again.”

“This is sexy, and I can love,” I giggled, “love you, baby girl.”

“No, giggling,” Tiff scolded, “and this will let you love me completely, and bring you inner balance. We’re going to fill this room with things to bring us oneness, closeness, and pure happiness, even more than it is now.”

Think I was drooling all over myself, and once Tiff started massaging me with those hot stones I was done for, and if the place caught on fire I couldn’t move. She did the sides of my titties and my moans must have given her the all clear because Tiff was doing all over my titties, and I was really moaning.

She worked her way around and down my belly, it felt so wonderful, and I didn’t know what I was going to do if my Tiff dipped into my pussy. She didn’t, but didn’t need to, as I came when those rocks got to my thighs. Wasn’t the hardest I had, but it was not about to go unnoticed.

“God Syl,” Tiff giggled, and rubbed down my thighs, “I did a good job on you.”

“Yes you did,” I panted, “better than a lot of men, no doubt.” Pushing my legs open a bit more Tiff was headed back up my thighs. “Honey, that was absolutely wonderful, but no intentional naughties.”

“Okay, but you have to relax, Syl.” I did, and the little minx pushed my legs farther apart, getting a good view of my pussy. “You look beautiful, Syl.”

“Ah, think I’m a tad furry to most.”

“No, I like it.” Tiff grins, and runs her hand through my bush. “Most of the girls I’ve seen shave, some completely bare, but I like it, with all your curves there’s no denying you’re a lady, my very own sexy lady.”

Much of what happened between Tiff and me could be explained, if I were given the time, this I was only going to get time. “Sweetie, I understand a young ladies’ curiosity, but we can’t do anything that could get us in trouble.” Thought that ship had sailed, but didn’t tell my little girl, nor ask her to stop.

“I know Syl, just hope one day I can fill out like you.” Tiff just kept running her hand in my bush, and I was hoping all the oil covered up my wetness. “I love seeing you, because one day I might be like you, that’s not wrong, is it?”

“Not to you or me, but Tiff there are laws, and you have to be eighteen.”

“Okay,” she went back to massaging me, “I understand, but can still give you massages. How did that feel on your feet and hands? I still have to work on a few things.”

“Heavenly baby, and that goes for everything you did.” Giggling she wiggled her eyebrows, and I sighed. “Yes, I mean everything.”

She finished my massage, helped me off the table, then took me in and gave me a bubble bath. Have no idea what all the equipment cost, but I would think it was a bargain at ten times as much. Tiff was drying me off. “Every other day I’ll give you your pre-natal massage, unless you want one every day, one of these you only get weekly, doctor’s orders, and that’s only if there’s no ill-effects in the morning. So, you throw up let me know.”

“Um-m,” I gave her a hug, “maybe you should think about the medical field?”

“I don’t know Syl, don’t know if I could do this to someone I didn’t know and love.” She put her arm around my waist. “Come on, let’s go pee, and I can check for blood.”

She escorted me to the toilet, waited for me to pee, then wiped me and checked the toilet paper. “No blood, great, I knew it would be fine. So, you want me to put on the clothes you were wearing, or get fresh panties?”

“Fresh panties, please.”

Tiff dressed me, then I laid on the couch while she made lunch. Sitting beside me we shared lunch, then I patted her butt. “Go put that instructional video in, so I can do your cute little bottom this evening.”

Giggling she took care of things, and it wasn’t too long that I figured out most of this was to be done over a sheet. I looked over at Tiff, who shrugged. “If it’s good that way, naturally I figured it had to be great naked.”

“Young lady,” I wagged my finger, “you’re going to wear panties and a bra under the sheet for your massage.”

“Ah Syl, I’ll be in my panties and bra, no sheet, please, please.”

“Fine,” I stroked her hair, “no sheet.”

“If I’m wearing pasties,” she batted her eyes at me, “really don’t need a bra do I? Cause I sure would like my little boobies done.”

I gave her a kiss, then swatted her butt. “Panties, you’re definitely wearing panties.”

“Of course Syl.” She snuggled up in my arms. “I love you sexy lady, when can I get my special massage?” Tiff nibbled on my neck. “Do I get an un-intentional one?”

“Can I finish watching the video?” She giggled, and I wiggled her cut little nose, then kissed her. “After that I’ll give you your massage, and calling it un-intentional is a tad redundant, but I certainly hope to.”

Managed to see maybe half the video, and missed at least a third of it, before I had to take my squealing little girl into the massage room. I was going over things while she went in to get undressed. Tiff came back in wearing her silk half robe, and I thought she was going to behave, but should’ve known better.

Took off her robe, and she was wearing a g-string. My little girl was so excited she had an un-intentional one when I ran those warm stones over her titties. With her legs spread wide she had a second, far better one while I was running the stones down the sides of her g-string.

“God Syl,” Tiff panted, “that was a lot better than I heard other girls talk about.”

“Honey,” dropping the stones I clutched her head in a panic, “you can never breath a word of this to anyone.”

“Know Syl, and I won’t. But, it was good, right?”

“Very good, baby, the best.” I was sweating, and hands trembling. “Nothing further, I mean it Tiff, hell we shouldn’t do this again.”

“Which means we will, right?”

“No Tiff, we can’t.” I patted her hand. “We could be in big trouble, and they could make it so we never saw each other again. You don’t want that do you?”

“No Syl, I’d die.” She pulled me down. “I’ll be good promise, and no one will ever find out about us, promise. Can we keep doing the massages?”

“Yes, if you’re good.”
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itely tell him my ex-husband took care of that, and he tells me, “Don’t know if you were told, but David is hung quite nicely. Would you like something to drink?”

I’ve heard a few bad opening lines, but this… horrific, inane one just shot to the top of the list, as did my co-worker’s name. Had to wonder if that one ever worked, and if it did what did he catch from it? “You know,” was going to tell him I hoped it was big enough to go screw himself, but instead said, “Pina colada, double please.”

He is going on and on about David, staring at my tits, and it wasn’t like I was flaunting them. Wearing a mid-sleeve flower print blouse, just the top button undone, and only a full ‘C’ cup, you had to try hard to get a little titty shot, but he was giving it his best effort. Red skirt just above my knee his chance at a panty shot was just as unlikely, but he was still taking peeks when I wasn’t looking. This was just a causal dinner and drinks, I wasn’t about to dress like I was on the clock, and he didn’t have enough money for that from me.

As he yammered on I pound my drink, then half-close my eyes, hoping the alcohol daze will turn this insect into a human, but no such luck. Think I hear him say he didn’t like kids, and have to ask, “Pardon me?” I had a twenty-month old son at home, which Pat knew.

“David is not good with kids, and David cannot be in the same room with a baby. Would you like David to get you another drink?”

“Oh, most definitely,” I tried to smile, while forcing myself to keep my hands from going for his throat, “the same will be fine.” Pat was dead, first thing Monday I was going to kill her, and it would be justifiable, setting me up with this piece of–

“Sylvia, she wants to know a double or triple?”

Our waitress must know David, and I smiled, “Triple, thank you, Lila.”

* * *

- AN EX-HUSBAND -

Fresh out of law school I landed a great job with one of the bigger firms, and for nearly a year I was working decent cases. My progress reports were fine, but after my yearly I was put on trash detail, and expected to keep up my billable hours.

Everybody I talked to said this was standard procedure, but I wasn’t buying it. I had no idea how I was going to get a decent quarterly report, and thought my career was in the toilet. You heard stories, of this cutthroat business, one bad report, and you were on a fast track downward. Worse yet, everyone knows it, and you become a social leper, even the interns think it might be catching, and you can get no one to help you out.

After my expected abysmal quarterly, Dwayne, a named partner, called me in, and I was braced for the lecture, or firing, intent on not whining. Instead he tells me he has some things he wants me to work with him personally on, but it might mean long hours. Without a second thought I jumped all over it.

The work wasn’t bad, and we did a lot during lunch and dinner, in some very nice restaurants. After hours we went over things in clubs, some very exclusive clubs, and shopping for things to have me wearing in these fancy clubs. This was all new to me, needing a scholarship I spent my young life studying, not even really dating in high school, and only had three boyfriends in college. Taking a full load, summer classes and never pledging fidelity to any I wouldn’t even count them as boyfriends. There were a handful of one-night stands, but two we never even knew the other’s name.

Barely twenty-five I was immediately in awe of this man and his clout, not to mention how fast my wardrobe was expanding. Didn’t have a daddy fixation, or was thinking a money angle, just having fun, very elite fun, for the first time. He was older and… Well, rich and wasn’t afraid to show it. Tailored clothes, chauffeured limousine, weekly trips to a salon, monthly trips to a spa, and memberships in three exercise clubs made him look, and kept him looking, impressive. Speaking four languages fluently, twice as many so-so, knowing the best foods to eat and finest wines to drink, cigars to smoke, and women to date made him even more impressive.

He did have an annoying habit of wanting things just so, and had no trouble taking one to task when it wasn’t. Also infamous for his temper and doing what was needed to win. Having one of the sharpest legal minds in the country, and incredible political connections it was more than mere looks, he had power, and wasn’t afraid to wield it.

Tanned, fit, charming, and single he was one of the most eligible bachelors in the state. Needless to say, he got in my panties, and by no means were we exclusive, but it was even more fun, then the accident occurred. His condom broke, I had been too busy to make my gynecologist appointment and was off the pill for a month, but no big deal, he always wore protection.

Now, I had a problem.

Dwayne was great about it, happy we were having a baby, even married me. It was his third, no children, and naturally my first. Nothing really changed, our weeklong Hawaiian honeymoon was cut to three days, including travel time, and we were back at work.

Being pregnant I didn’t go out with him as much, but he always had an escort, claiming them to be clients and part of the job. Seeing as nothing else changed I couldn’t see us being exclusive now, and never complained. He treated me well, made sure I didn’t need anything before going out, and always had plenty of his staff there for me if need be. After my first trimester my doctor insisted I quit work, and I got everything ready for the baby.

Had not been married four months when I personally caught Dwayne for the fifth, no sixth time cheating. As a little bonus I got a nice piece of jewelry every time I caught him, but we never talked about it.

First five times were with one or the other of his secretaries, twice with his personal secretary Sally, who had to be in her mid-fifties, although good-looking and she had a decent body. Both times he was in a corset and fishnets, which got me a complete matching set of jewelry, necklace, earrings, and bracelet. First diamond and sapphires, second diamond and emeralds, again with nothing being said on what I had seen, and no apology.

Sixth time I should have known something was up when Sally wasn’t at her desk, then I walk in and find him with a pair of interns. Secretaries were no big deal around here, and it was company policy, a man works long hours he might need a sexual release, and it was in the secretary’s unwritten job description. Of course nailing interns wasn’t exactly a rare thing around here either, most the time they didn’t even need to be asked.

Although this time it was a bit different, I came over after a doctor’s appointment and found Dwayne’s mouth and ass full of intern. Twins with matching thick nine-inch cocks, both buried to the balls in my husband. Obviously this was not his first time. Another named partner had recently been found with another intern’s dick in his mouth, and everyone was worried about losing work. But, all we lost was an intern; who is doing quite well, sitting on some Caribbean beach, not a care in the world.

I cleared my throat. “Ah, do you want to know if it’s a boy or a girl?”

All he said was, “Thought you were at the doctors.” Shaking my head I turned to leave. “Honey, I’ll be done in a minute.”

“It is a boy. But, go ahead take your time,” I gave him a backhanded wave, “I’ll be home packing my things.”

Wasn’t pissed, not in the least, wasn’t even surprised, well maybe a bit at it being men. I had seen most of the women he escorted about town, and they put me to shame. After our first month of sex I hadn’t been getting much, and I just thought the secretaries or female interns were getting my share. Wasn’t pissed at that either, because he wasn’t very good, and I had toys. Plenty of them, and after all these years I was good with them.

No, I just drove home and started packing my clothes, jewelry, and toys, prepared to leave as soon as I was finished, wasn’t even going to write a note. An hour after I left his office a package came, by limo, addressed to me. Handing it to me Jeff, his personal driver smiled. “I’m to wait, Miss.”

“Ah, fine, come in,” I stepped back, “like something to drink, Jeff?”

“No thank you.” He gave me a little head bob. “I’ll wait here in the hall, Miss Sylvia.”

Opened it there in the foyer, envelop held a sixty thousand dollar check and a divorce settlement, both in my name. Dwayne was giving me as much custody of the baby I wanted, but he would like visitation rights, set by me. Even stranger, no family court, or even arbitrator involved. In addition I was to receive twelve thousand a month until the baby was eighteen, unless he was in college, along with a house, and full medical benefits for both of us. The sixty thousand was quite obviously for the first five months of my pregnancy.

He had three requests, first, a paternity test as soon as the baby was born. That pissed me off a tad, seeing as I wasn’t the one sleeping around, including before he stuck his little dick in me. Second, I couldn’t live more than half an hour from his main residence. If he moved, I moved, all expenses paid for by him. Third, I name the baby after his father, Joseph, or if a girl, Josephine. Typical, dumb bastard, knowing all those languages, and he didn’t even hear what I told him. More likely he handed this off to the interns, while he cleaned up. Naturally, all this would be void if I breathed one word of this to anyone. Didn’t say he would take Joseph away from me, but Dwayne didn’t like losing, and I couldn’t win against him.

Without a second of hesitation I signed the document, and handed it to the limo driver. “There you go, thank you Jeff, for waiting.”

“No Miss,” Jeff put the document inside his jacket, “I’m here to take you to your new home, your car will be driven over later. Where are the bags, Miss Sylvia?”

He drove me twenty minutes away to a light brownish-blue house, with dark greenish-blue trim, no doubt my prick ex- got for a song, because the color scheme was terrible. Inside wasn’t much better and the decorator had to have been color-blind, or just plain blind. But the neighborhood was nice, clean, and house good-sized. Surprised it was furnished, with decent furniture, even a playground and spa in the large backyard.

By the time Jeff had my things out of the limo my car was here. “Hope you are happy here, Miss. A meal from Angela’s shall be arriving at five.” Jeff handed me a slip of paper. “At seven call this number. Good-bye Miss Sylvia, you were a pleasure to work for, a splendid lady in every sense of the word, and my favorite person, as well as the rest of the staff’s. I’m truly sorry.”

“Thank you Jeff, you did a splendid job, as always. Sorry for what?”

“Good day Miss, call that number, please.”

He left, nothing more was said. Right off I picked up the phone, and wasn’t surprised it had a dial tone. My name being on the I.D. was a tad strange, but I didn’t think anything of it.

I unpacked, then answered the door for the deliveryman. Wasn’t hungry, just sat staring at the phone, looked down at the paper, with just a phone number on it, back at the phone, wondering what the hell was going on. Woke this morning not a care in the world, pregnancy was fine, always was, and I had no idea why the doctor wanted me to quit work. Eleven hours later everything had gone to hell.

Phone clock turned to seven double ‘0’ and I dialed the number. Sally, his personal secretary answered, “Sylvia, listen, just listen, you were set up from the beginning, don’t sign anything. Dwayne needed a namesake for his father, or he doesn’t inherit one hundred-twenty million dollars, and the old man was given two years at the most, ten months ago. I’m–”

“Sally,” I cut her off, “already signed the papers.”

“Oh honey, I’m so sorry. He’d had my head if I said anything earlier, and I couldn’t chance it at work.” There was silence on the other end. “See an attorney, but I’ll never repeat this, and the number is a payphone.”

“Ah Sally,” I couldn’t wrap my head around this, “what do you mean the beginning?”

“I mean,” she hissed, “since your yearly evaluation. Dwayne is the one who put you on trash detail. You were targeted because you have no money to back you against him, half that money is yours. Better this way, you might have had an accident after the baby was–”

“What the hell does that mean?” Sally didn’t say anything. “Are we talking murder?”

“That’s all I can say about it. I’ve no proof, but I’ve worked with him a long time and know the people he knows. Just be careful, dear, very careful.” There was a pause. “Sylvia, I never had sex with him. I beat his ass and humiliated him, that’s all.”

“Thank you, for telling me this.” I sat there a second or two, then added, “Sally, next time beat his ass for me, preferably with a piece of barbed wire.”

“I will Sylvia, promise. I’m sorry, good luck. I’ll try to help out in the future, but don’t count on me to ever testify, I have family to take care of. Sylvia, I’m truly sorry.”

Phone went dead, and I sat there trying to visualize sixty million, even wrote it out on the paper. But why, because Dwayne was right, I still owed twenty thousand in student loans, and I’d never see one cent of that sixty million. Sure I could get another sleaze-ball lawyer to fight my sleaze-ball lawyer husband, for eternity, but how would I live.

Now I was pissed at the cock-sucker, then giggled, because I wasn’t mad he was sucking cock, hell, I did that, just mad because he was a cock-sucker. Deep down I wasn’t surprised, from the beginning I knew this guy did anything and everything to get what he was after. Had to wonder why he just didn’t get a surrogate, or– “Stupid!” I slapped my forehead. “He doesn’t like to share,” I said aloud. Never even saw his checkbook, much less one of his bank statements. I kept mine, for our relationship I didn’t think it was that big of deal.

It finally dawned on me, that prick would have killed me, and had one hundred-twenty million reasons why. Kept telling myself no way, it was impossible, but remembering his cold caresses and lifeless kisses I knew better. Now I had five months, well at least four to find some protection for me, or it might still happen.

Was easier than I thought, after cashing his check I called up Dwayne the next day, and was surprised he took the call. “Know what you did, played me from the beginning, knocked me up, your dad, the money, all of it, and do not, repeat do not care.”

“Really?” Dwayne snorted, “Then why am I talking to you?”

“Because I don’t want anything happening to me after Joseph is born.”

“Sylvia, don’t get all dramatic on me, it was a simple business negotiation, nothing personal.” Dwayne cleared his throat. “Who told you this fanciful bullshit?”

I wanted to tell him he was right, there wasn’t anything personal, cold-hearted prick. But kept my head, and played what I was dealt, a fact of life my father taught me. “Your partners drink too much and talk too much, while trying to get in my panties every time I see them.”

“Come on Sylvia,” he laughed, “that’s just business too, a little one-upmanship.”

Callous prick, and his cronies. “Dwayne, I have it all documented, and sent it like a damn chain letter. Anything happens to me, and a hundred get mailed off the first week, probably two hundred the second, and you get the picture. I took some of that check and hired five private detective agencies all over the state, to keep an eye on me every so often, and look for my obit or name in the news. I vanish, someone is going to take notice, and start looking.”

“There’s nothing to this Sylvia, nothing.” Dwayne took a deep breath. “It’s all in your head. I don’t need to harm you because…” It went quiet. “Sylvia, are you taping this?”

“Come on Dwayne,” I hissed, “you think I’ve lived with you long enough your sleazy tricks have rubbed off on me?” There was no answer. “No Dwayne, I’m not taping this.”

“Fine, but lets say hypothetically I wished to harm you, I would never have to resort to murder, not the mother of my child.”

“Right, your concern for me goes as far as me having the child, the end.” I knew there was more. “So, hypothetically what would happen?”

“Hypothetically?” Dwayne drummed a pencil on his desk, a definite tell he was debating on rather to reveal his complete strategy. “Alexander case, jury tampering, I’ve key evidence to the guilty party, and it wouldn’t be good for you. In fact I can about guarantee you spending every cent your family has to just get ten years in a federal prison, for each count. See Sylvia, I wouldn’t have to worry about you for, with good behavior fifteen, twenty years, and who knows what kind of accident you might have in a place like that.”

I remembered the case, and had interviewed a bunch of people, most who had nothing to do with the case. “Dwayne, I had very little to do with the case.”

“True, but it takes very little to get a conviction.” He paused. “Sylvia, I’ll double your severance deal, but that’s as far as I go.”

He was right, and I had given some of those people a paper explaining who and what I was doing. But, a picture of me handing them something, and even a forged canceled check I was totally screwed. “No, the original deal is fine.” I didn’t want to push him, and didn’t want any part of him, or his millions. Already had taken three baths trying to get his slimy feel off me, and I’d need another one or two after this phone call. “I’ll never fight you over a red cent, and will sign anything you want saying as much. You honor that paper, and your son, by putting him in your will, I don’t care if it’s for a tenth of your estate, just something. Dwayne, I just don’t want to be harmed, I’m no threat unless you make me one.”

“Alright Sylvia, was just hypothetical, and you know I’d rather make a deal. So, it’s done, I’ll have a document drawn up in an hour.”

“Good, oh Dwayne, I think you might really grow fond of this boy, I truly hope so. Hope he even turns you half human. But know this, he turns eighteen, I’m not there and he’ll get a copy of what his father truly is. That’s not hypothetical, you fuc–”

“Sylvia,” Dwayne cut in politely, “you’ve made your point. Swear to you, on my soul, I’ll never harm you. And to show you there are no hard feelings, what did you spend setting this all up? I’ll reimburse you.”

Wanted to tell him he didn’t have a soul to swear on, lost it long ago, but he’d just agree. “Ten thousand, but I just want you off my ass, and me not looking over my back. Will never be a problem, just want to raise our son.”

“Done, cashier’s check will be with the document. Again I apologize for you taking it personal, just business, a tactical decision.”

Fuck! I wanted to spit in his face. “I don’t take it personal, good-bye Dwayne.” Amazingly I didn’t cry, not a tear, spit on, or at the phone a bit, then went and took a hot bath.

* * *

Dwayne left me alone, but so did everyone else. I couldn’t get an interview with any firm, much less a job. Told my family and everyone else, we had nothing really in common. My dad was a dad. “Don’t give a shit how much money he had, Princess, he was an asshole, and an old one at that. You can do a lot better.” He owned a plumbing supply in San Diego, my mother was bookkeeper there before they married, and they had me when they were in their late thirties.

“Honey,” my mom got on the extension, “did you kick him in the nuts? Because your father will fly out and do it, no problem. Be there on the next flight.”

“Mom thanks, but keep dad there. I’m fine, and I don’t want Joey growing up having complications over all this.”

“That’s very smart, baby,” mom had to add, “but if I see him, I’ll kick him in the nuts.”

“Mom, no kicking, and I doubt you could hit them.”

“Good one honey, useless prick was he?”

“Mom, behave.” I took a deep breath. “Listen, I need you to do something for me.”

“Anything, baby.”

“That’s right Princess,” dad said, “name it.”

“If you ever do run into Dwayne, not a word. I walked out on him, and do not need this complicated, and definitely do not need a legal battle. You’ll probably never see him, but if you do, ignore him, got it?”

“Yes baby,” there was a pause from my mom, “just crossed my heart sweetie.”

“He’s a dickhead–”

“Bill, promise.”

“Fine, fine!” My dad sighed. “Princess, swear, if I see him I’ll ignore the dickhead.”

I had Joey, two months later Dwayne’s father died, and he became filthy rich, or double filthy rich, seeing as he was already rich. Dwayne didn’t bother me and Jeff drove a nanny over to pick up Joey now and then. I told the prick the only limit I put on him seeing the baby, he had to be there. None of this being with the damn nanny all weekend, because it was his time. He agreed, and like I figured he didn’t see Joey much.

Four months after the birth I took a part-time job at some ambulance-chasing firm, best I could do, but it might save my sanity. Didn’t need the money, because Dwayne’s was plenty, seeing as I didn’t have a champagne appetite when it came to anything.

First thing I did on the job was write up a tactical battle plan on how I would attack my dating situation, or lack thereof. I had a two-page checklist of red flags, then re-arranged them in order of their offensiveness. Being a criminal lawyer, and thorough, I started off with child molester, then murderer as my top two don’ts. Over the coming months priorities changed, and the list was revised, or I had such a lousy date things were added to my list.

* * *

All this came back to me as this David had been droning on about David. In my head he was Donkey-Dick Dave, and I snickered every time he said David, which was a lot. I swear I wanted to drive a stake through his heart, instead I ordered my third pina colada. Grinning Lila sighed, “Another triple, dear?”

Gulping away at my drink I sat there thinking number one on the list was now going to be men who referred to themselves in the first person. David must have thought David was going to get lucky the way I was chugging drinks, and David ordered another. Obviously this line of prattle had worked well on Pat, and my anger was re-focused on her. This guy was a moron, not much of an excuse, but there wasn’t much you could do about that. Her on the other hand, set me up knowing this guy was a moron. I don’t care if his tailor had to make three-legged slacks, and my orgasmic screams shattered glass, it wasn’t worth it.

Was debating on how I would kill her, then I see Pat pulling up in a cab. “Excuse, I need to use the ladies’ room.” Halfway there I thought about just putting men at the number one don’t. Now I had Pat to contend with, and I was pretty sure I knew why she was here.

Sitting there peeing it comes to me, all the rum in the Caribbean wasn’t going to salvage this evening, and I didn’t need to wake up hung-over, or in bed with those two. So, I killed two birds with one stone and called a cab. Hope David gave David my drink, or better yet shoved it up David’s ass, then Pat’s.

I come out of the bathroom, and Lila is waiting for me. “Hi honey, use the side door, he’ll never see you, her neither.” She handed me a napkin. “Home number sweetie, if you ever want to go out on a real date, and have a good time, give me a call.”

“Ah,” besides the number her name was only thing on the napkin, “I’m not gay, or bi.”

“Yeah sure?” She was an inch taller than me, muscular build, short blonde hair, good-looking. Lila ran her finger down my cheek. “Are you really sure?”

“Yeah,” I snickered, “pretty sure.”

“Um-m,” she looked me over, and licked her full lips, “wouldn’t mind putting that to the test, anytime, anywhere, and I’ll guarantee you plenty of pleasure.”

“Well, thank you, I’ll think about it.” I put the napkin in my purse. “Oh, and thank you for helping me escape from him and her.”

“You mean Dave-Dave and Pat the maniac groper, if you know what I mean?” She laughed, at Pat’s favorite saying. “Just saving Paulo from cleaning up a mess. Your date is known for wearing as many meals as he eats here, and she tends to create disturbances in the bathrooms, she likes it public. If she’s still here at closing, she’ll do everyone. Hell, I’ve seen her do more than a dozen plenty of times, and never miss a drop. She likes getting double-teamed while eating pussy. Dave-Dave gets her cast-offs, but would score a lot more if he just didn’t talk.” Lila pointed. “Your cab is here, sweetheart, give me a call when you want that answer.”

“Don’t need an answer, I’m not gay.”

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