” Liz heard a person standing behind her say.“I heard that Michael Jackson is here.” Liz heard another reply.In any other place, the see through... mesh top that Liz wore would seem scandalous. But here, it was almost boring. For that, Liz was hopeful.The last several decades had been rather tame, though the 60s had provided a bit of fun. She had discovered that drugs didn’t really affect her like they did to humans, though the free flowing sex had provided some amusement. Legends about this club. Rachel stood and walked over to Flora. "Now, we measure. Stand still."She pulled a cloth tape and a small pad from a pocket in her long skirt."Do like she says," Molly said firmly. "Like it was meself telling yewhat t'do."Flora wanted to squirm, as Rachel wrapped the tape around her neck, buta voice in her head wouldn't let her. "Such a pretty neck," the olderwoman told her. "So long, like a swan, it is." She released the tapeand wrote the number on the pad."Now lift your arms." Rachel. One hand trailed back up my skirt past my thigh high socks and up to my white lacy panties. "Tsk tsk, I warned you no under garments," he growled angrily. "I don't care if the skirt was too short for your liking, today is purely about what I want". He spanked me swiftly, leaving my ass burning slightly, I could feel the tingle resonate somewhere else unexpected. He yanked my panties down so they strained tight just below my knees. He pushed my face against the wall, lifted my skirt and pulled. Lawyer, Lawyer number two, Banker, and Executive. Executive is the one who I'll work for. Deb had described the types he'd meet, and so far she was one-hundred-percent on the money.The men crossed the room to shake his hand, another small victory Deb had coached him on, and the Gunny opened the conversation, taking the initiative. Just like a battle, he'd said back when Deb had coached him."The names are important, Gunny," she'd told him. "Get those right above all else."Reems, Lawyer one..