But her mind wandered for just an instant to savour that fateful introduction to a new sexual life and existence --- as it tried to recreate the warm sexual sensations and mind controlling legacy of expected and hoped for pain that always accompanied it --- with the correct partner --- A MASTER! Linda took her spread legs off the table top and set them on the floor.But her mind wandered for just an instant to savour that fateful introduction to a new sexual life and existence --- as it tried to recreate the warm sexual sensations and mind controlling legacy of expected and hoped for pain that always accompanied it --- with the correct partner --- A MASTER! Linda took her spread legs off the table top and set them on the floor. She glanced down at her wet hand and her stained bikini briefs and reached into her dressing bag to get another of her many revealing and hand made dancers' outfits. She carefully retrieved them, placed them on the table and then stood up and stripped the stained pants down her legs to the floor. As she stood up to unhook her bikini top she caught a glance of her golden, shining four nether rings in the mirror and as the top was removed from her breasts she stared at the two shining upper rings reflected in the mirror in front of her. Linda shook her head a little, shuddered, and threw the pale blue outfit into the yawning, spread mouth of her open travel bag. Hurriedly, she slipped into her extra black outfit, retrieved a brush from her bag and straightened her hair and then pitched the brush back into the bag and zipped it shut. As she unlocked the dressing room door and came through it, she saw B.J. dancing on the stage. B.J. looked at Linda and raised two fingers, telling her that this was her second song. Linda hurried to the juke box, arriving there as B.J.'s second song ended and the third began. Linda pitched the quarters into the machine and, from memory, selected three song numbers on the lighted numbered and lettered buttons --- then walked back to the cash register on the end of the bar by the dressing room door. Her deeply tanned, black hairy, tall, mustached Italian-American boss, John, was ringing up a round of drinks as she approached the register. John looked up as Linda said: "Have you given any more thought about giving me a loan or an advance, John?" "Sure, Linda. |