They move towards the barman, still humming at the counter who smiles, reaches under the counter and hands the woman in the mint green dress a bottle ...of champagne. Annalise watches as they then make their way slowly, arms linked, to the table where she sits. As they reach the edge of her table, they stop. “My name’s Jana,” the dancer in the scarlet red dress says, as she slips her arm around the other’s waist. “This is Sonia.” Annalise offers a smile, but remains silent. “He’s not coming. ”I knew clubs had security but this was like getting into a military barracks.We went through three check points and each time the guards were armed.The third one was the most robust. I was even asked for my ID which I couldn’t produce but I pointed to my dog collar that had my name GRACE engraved.The guard actually smiled then.“Big improvement on the normal ugly fat cow you bring,” he remarked. “The bids for fucking her after will go through the roof. If I had the cash I’d place a bid. ’ ‘Good. Me either. I came to talk about you coming to my place for dinner.’ I sighed as I hung the stained smock over my easel. ‘Things are complicated right now, Holden. I don’t want you to be involved in that.’ ‘Any other excuses? Look Kennedy,’ he took my hand as we walked out of the studio, ‘I’m not taking no for an answer. Really. Please, just come to dinner. I’m not leaving until you say yes.’ I sighed. ‘I can see that,’ I said, watching as sets of eyes darted to and from where Holden. Placing her head back down on his far thigh, she stared lustily at his manhood, “Oh my.” she breathed, and boldly grasped the shaft with her right hand, her glistening lips now only inches away. She began pumping slowly up and down its not inconsiderable length. Focusing past the cock briefly and into my eyes again, she moved her very wet and open mouth along the long length of his shaft, her tongue following the curve of it, and let her lips rest open along the top of its bulbous head. She was.