I was wondering about the business and my working life. It is most likely that my continuing to run the business could cause more damage than good. I ...mean, how would it be if I was in the middle of a very important meeting with clients and they have to wait so I can dash out to get some treatment. This would be even worse if the meeting was at a client’s office. I would need to take someone with me in case of emergency.’ Linda agreed that could get a little embarrassing, ‘Yes dear it would get. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, Jake," I told him. "I do it all the time." There was a long silece before he spoke. "Is it supposed to hurt so much when I do it?" he asked. "Have you been doing it very long?" "A couple months now, I guess." "Can I see your cock?" His eyes, which were turned shyly down to the floor, suddenly looked over at me A long whle passed before he finally pulled the draw string of his pajama pants which sent them down his legs and into a soft bundle around his. ‘No limits,’ she fellated. ‘Only lust and desire. Those are my sisters: Lust is the Blonde, and Desire is the midget.’ ‘Have Desire go and make me a pot of tea’, I grunted between thrusts. ‘I find her cross eyed look off putting.’ Even though my name is Desire I am still the only asexual stripper on this submarine. You would think this would make life easier but I long to want to fellate with Abandon. I looked over to the corner of the room where Lust & Desire were crouched eyeing Valentine. I was surrounded by scraggly bikers dressed in black. One wore only black underwear. Another held a dumbbell in one hand and idly pumped it as he studied my scantily clad body. A third in a leather jacket looked me from blue feet to chattering teeth. A fourth moved between the door and me, arms crossed. They all stared at me. This wasn't a jealous housewife. This wasn't a cowboy 40 feet away in some country western bar. This was 4 horny Hell's Angels looking at me with pure, uncontrolled.