’ She said. ‘Why?’ ‘Because. Right time, right place. All you had to do was sit in a bar and ‘boom!’ Guaranteed sex.’ I chuckled. ‘I w...ish it were that easy. I had no idea you were sad at all tonight. It’s truly a testament to your skills. ‘My skills?’ ‘Yes. Your skills as a woman.’ ‘And why do you say that?’ ‘Well, in my profession I have to get a good read on people, see how they are and find out what they’re thinking. Most of this has to be done based on everything they’re not doing, not. ’ The man sighed — it was heavy and shook his whole body. ‘Do you want to know my secret?’ He asked rhetorically, shifting the cold, black weight from hand to hand. ‘What I do on these dark nights, just before it happens…I look up and try to find a star. Doesn’t matter which one, I look and look and look until I find it.’ Her dark eyes were like pits, sunken into the pale folds of her face. She watched him intently. ‘I’ve been doing this for a long time — too goddamn long — and that is the. I can hear the small squeaks from her mattress, the low moans and whimpers, the slightest noises of a woman being pounded by a thick cock even though her volume is turned down real low. Every time I hear those tell-tale signs, I feel my cock beginning to grow. By the time she stops to get ready for work, my shorts are soaked with pre-cum and sticking to me. As usual, my daughter came through the door and went straight to her room, the slam of a door following her. Or so I was expecting…. "Yes!" I said. Within minutes I had been escorted from the "Reception" room, through a maze of corridors and up two flights of stairs to a table in a stage-side booth in one of the most exclusive night clubs (I learned later) on the planet.The room was shaped roughly like an ancient Roman theater. Six or seven tiers of booths, embraced a semi circular dance floor. Each tier was higher and set further back than the row of booths below. A proscenium arch with heavy velvet drapes dominated the.