He looks for all the world like Mr. Clean’s meaner brother. He takes your five, then says, “ID?”You show it proudly. “It’s my birthday.”�...�Nice,” he says, and winks at you in a way that sends your stomach rolling in on itself, but other people are trying to get in, and the hot bouncer is a busy guy. You get your hand stamped, and step past him into the entrance.You’ve never been to the Midtown Pub before, but the ad in the local gay newspaper had shown a shirtless beefy looking guy with a lot of. Your morning shower will be coldyour breakfast only day old breadno sweet drinks are allowed for youhave bitter grapefruit juice insteadAnother prayer on your kneesIn praise of your delicious foodbefore you get into the clothesthat you put on below your suitRough burlap underwear for you,a pair of woolen pantyhoseyour useless manhood tucked awayon top of that a girdle goes.By six you will arrive at workone hour early every dayfor chores before you're clocking inYou must begin without. “Wow.” Connie laughed. She almost turned to leave. Renée looked at her captain and gestured with her head. It was a clear signal, “Tell the girl.”“No, no, no, no, no, no,” Kia crossed her arms and shook her head. I tried to laugh. That was a strangled attempt at being above this situation.“Renée drove today, maybe she’ll let her use her back seat in the parking lot.” Connie shrugged. “What kind of slut do you think I am, Wanda?”“The best kind?” Wanda grinned.Connie was laughing. “Alright,. I guess that was yours and mine”!“Sure was, you ok with it”“I guess so, pretty erotic when I think about it”.My hands were busy playing with her small breasts and still hard nipples as we regained our breaths.“I guess we should get dress for diner she said after a few minuets.“I think maybe shower would be in order I suggested unless you want every one in the restaurant to know what we’ve been up to”.“What do you mean”?“Well I guess we reek of sex”!“Oh My god, I’ll have to make sure I get well.