I gave my buddies a shout on the CB and a few guys just happened to be in the neighborhood and in need of exactly what you got to offer."Shit, now the... bastard was going to pimp me out and I was the entrée for a trucker gang bang. Could this day get any more bizarre?He yanked my car door open and grabbing my arm, pulled me out. "Hustle on in there, boy. Show them fellas a good time and make me proud of how I done broke your supposedly straight ass."When I hesitated briefly, the big fucker. "Now back on."I smiled at her. Images of her sucking Andy's cock as she bounced on mine and Leanne licking my balls flicked in my mind's eye. "Are they coming here?" "No they're going to meet us at the club." What club?" The Couple's Club." "I take it that they don't have a room full of pokies at this club."Lisa laughed. "Maybe a different kind of pokies."I had to laugh too.I sat back in the chair, breaking the physical contact with her."I suppose so." I said. "We don't really have to do. Being able to look at her was a welcome relief, she smiled as I nodded my head. “Yeah, I was looking forward to a nice cold beer too.” “But you’re stuck in here with me.” She said with a big grin on her face, offering me her hand to shake. “Katy Perry.” “Jacob Stewart.” I said with a matching smile, gladly shaking her hand. “I suppose there are worse places right?” I said with a grin. My God. Am I flirting with Katy Perry? She really is hot. Nice ass… A nice pair of legs and a fantastic, gift. The black-rimmed glasses and standoffish demeanour only succeeded in exacerbating her predicament and the air of mystery she evoked in the eyes of the opposite sex. Imagine a young, very top heavy Page Three Girl with a satchel full of Proust books and the mind of a pointy-headed intellectual, and you begin to form an accurate picture of her younger self. Admirers from behind never failed to notice her almost rudely sexualized gait -- the natural and unaffected result of a narrow waist,.