Pleasantly numbed from having shared half a bottle of wine with my friend, I crept into the apartment after midnight, hoping I would not have to talk ...to David about what had occurred earlier.I scurried into my bedroom and stripped out of my clothes, admiring my body in the floor length mirror hanging on the back of my door. Seconds later, David knocked softly on the door. “Robin, can we talk?”. I slipped into bed and told him to come in. Sitting on the corner of me bed, David smiled, trying. "First, I want you to meet your bar girl, Chessa. She is 17 and just got here from Thailand." Chessa came back from behind the bar and and extended her small hand to me for a customary handshake. Chessa will do anything you want her to, and I do mean anything,"Misti reiterated. Chessa came back by and slowly peeled off her white blouse and proudly showed off her firm dark breasts, cupping them in her hands and showing me her stiffend nipples. She then slowly slid her Gucci jeans off her hips. The skylight, what would have been nothing more than an outward curved piece of glass in the real world, was larger, wider, and stuck out of the building rooftop like a dome, in the Hisil. Yeah, it was a feature that attracted the eye, and the Hisil’s reflection of it emphasized that.Inside, Doc Omala’s was a strip club, through and through. There was a stage with several stripper poles, and the Hisil had the poles larger, and glowing. Eric tried to not laugh as he dug up a memory, his first. She was a redhead who seemed to have been crushed by lockers falling from the second floor. It looked like someone had tried to pull her out, but hadn’t gotten too far. Just enough for her large breasts to be visible, though even in death her uniform tried to contain them. Unable to resist, I reached down and ripped the shirt open, sending buttons everywhere. Her still warm flesh sank at my touch and I could feel myself hardening again for another go. With regret, I pulled myself away from her..