That meant I needed to look somewhere between "sexy" and "slutty." Too "sexy" and the guys might want to dance first, and I didn't have that kind of t...ime. Too "slutty" and management would turn their electric eyes on me the minute I walked through the door. Whores aren't really welcome, after all.I needed a balanced look, and I'm confident I found it: a short, black cowl-necked cocktail dress with a kerchief hem that fell midway down my thighs. It looked great on me, as it complimented my 36D. She said, "Good, you don't even have to worry about a uniform. I'll get your name tag and these guys will be cool with it. Besides, you have a thousand dollar sport coat over a pair of slacks that has to be at least two hundred bucks. Man, you sure to do buy some good clothes." I'll take you down to the warehouse, DeDe. This coat was probably a hundred and the pants were probably thirty or so. The knit shirt was as much as the pants."DeDe said, "You do have to take me there. I'll be out of this. " Not exact, but it will do."The first man stepped up to the edge of the bed so that David could reach him with his mouth. For a homophobic little bastard, he did quite a good job of sucking dick. Just as before the man didn't last very long and soon spurted into David's mouth."Swallow," I said sternly, and David did. The cameraman nodded that he had a good take.The second man stepped forward. David hesitated and looked at me, but then relented and said, "Please let me suck your cock." He. He instinctively knew when she was close to climaxing, her body told him, her cries told him and when she was close enough that it was almost too late to turn back he stopped again, both of them groaning loudly with pent up frustration, both their bodies slick with heat that had nothing to do with the dancing flames surrounding them. Alex tried to relax, as much as he could while still deeply embedded inside the blasted woman, and stared up at the stars while catching his breath, Kendra.