“Hey, erm… I’m Alisha, but you can call me Ali, if you want to.”“Sure, I’m Julie., by the way.”“Nice to meet you.”Another grin got f...lashed from Julie; Alisha looked at the girl quite confused, as she didn’t know what was going to happen next.“We go to my place, it’s peaceful. And such.” Julie grinned.Alisha showed her driving skills in a not so good Chennai road, causing them to be at her place in less than five minutes. Without saying a word, Julie took Alisha’ hand and guided her to her. Underneath them you have a small pair of bikini bottoms, the thin fabric pleasantly rubs against your bum cheeks and cups the pert lips of your pussy, holding them snuggly in place. Moving up your body, your stomach is clearly visible, sweat dripping down your chest the sun glistening off the beads. Your matching bikini top is clearly visible under the sheer crop top that’s is draped over your chest, and it doesn’t leave much to the imagination. To finish off the outfit you have a sturdy pair. On most days, this is what would happen. With a little help.A five man patrol was making a sweep through an area of the station that contained corridor side food vendors, go go bars and what were known as ping pong shows.These shows were basically sex shows designed to set up customers for the working girls on the second floor. They were usually held in a small back room, just large enough for 4 pirates, a show barker and the girl. Admission included a cheap watered down beer and a discount. ”“Thanks. I’m going to park my truck back in the hangar and take my new Corvette for a ride.”She told me, “Rondo and Chuck installed a radio in it for you one day when they were up here. You may want to holler at me when you get out on the highway, to see how it works.”“I’ll do that, and I’ll see you in the morning, if nothing happens.”“You mean - if you don’t spend the night with one of those young girls in the courthouse over there?”“Just because you went over there to pick up some papers,.