She’ll act as housemistress when I’m out, and help with pretty much anything that needs to be done. She worked for a hotel in Boston until I hired... her. She wanted to get away from the big city, and this was perfect for her.“There’s Blackie, who’ll cook breakfast those same days. He works for a restaurant which only serves lunch and dinner, so he’s free in the mornings. The other two days, I’ll do the cooking. I expect Tuesday and Wednesday to be the least busy days. I have someone lined up to. We kissed again several times on the way to my flat, groping becoming more intense every time we stopped. We fumbled through the front door, setting down my guitar and heading to my room. I savoured undressing her, like pass the parcel or unwrapping a Christmas present. Her simple purple blouse, her black trousers, all hid what I needed to get to. Her bra was purple and lacy and it covered such beautiful breasts, her DD cup and her wonderful nipples with slightly darker areola. Leaning down I. "So what do you do for Mr. Sarantos?" he asked, expecting her to tell him she was his secretary or something."I work... at the Pussy Cat Club," she said timidly."The Pussy Cat Club?" Yes... as a dancer... a stripper," she said softly, almost whispering the words.Charles sat there stunned, a blank look on his face, his eyes locked on hers. He had no words he couldn't have said them if he did. He had gone completely numb and vacant."Please Charles, say something," "I have to go to work. I have to. “My interest rates are pretty low. I could loan you a hundred dollars for, let’s see, maybe ... a hug?”She threw herself into my arms, and I got the asked-for hug, plus a kiss on the cheek. “Consider it a bonus,” she giggled. I pulled out my wallet and handed her a $100 bill, and she ran inside the store. I made a mental note of the girl who helped her. A plan was forming in my mind.A few minutes later, Katelyn came running back out with a bag in her hands. She was beaming. I got a second hug,.