Lashona Barrett. The Fifty-Cal Gal. Alone in her dressing room. Naked and sitting upon a fancy square couch. Her dressing room was dimly lit, only a b...it brighter than the strip-club main space, but it was nonetheless clean and sleek. Truly a room for royalty."My my, what luck you have. Traci, I believe it was." She grins, one leg resting over the other. Thanks to that, her penis was obscured. Not that I cared, or anything. I did care, actually. I wanted to see it. I wanted to do more than just. He ran forward to check it out, turning down the left hallway. As we went through the doorway, he was squatting over the carpet, taking a crap."He's home," I said.Jill got something to clean up the mess. She didn't seem to be bothered in the least."Babies and puppies. It's just something you have to put up with till they know better."Mary came into the hallway. She looked worried."Jackie?" What's up, Mary?"You need to come out back. I don't think we're in Kansas anymore." Problems?" Big time."I. .. At least, she amended, not for a long, long time... Gently she ran the tips of her fingernails down Jock's lean muscular flank and across his sinewy buttocks, marveling at how hard they were, inhaling his good clean male scent. She should have guessed that morning that those pimples were just make-up... a man with a superbly conditioned body like Jock's wouldn't have pimples like that... but she had been so groggy and confused. Even so, pimples and all, he had opened a gate to a whole. She came out wearing a royal blue teddy with mesh arm sleeves in the same color a black leather semi-mini skirt. and as I would find out later no panties. And since it was the 80s she had a nice full bush but neatly groomed. Michelle then threw on her long tan raincoat. We arrived at the subway station 6 blocks from her houseit was late around 3 am nobody was around .We went down the stairs at the Woodhaven Ave. station we waited a long time so we started.