“Well fuck. I'm out guys. I’m sorry miss, ma'am.” He said to Vicky, then Natasha. “Me too. Have a good night girls.” The third sheepis...hly followed his buddies silently out the door. As soon as the door closed, Victoria leaped to her feet, and spun with all the strength, speed and athleticism of her entire body, and connected with an incredibly hard punch, square into Natasha’s jaw. It was so powerful it sent her and the heavy chair she was sitting in flying backward. Her heels flew. I whimpered low in my throat as he slid his hand down my chest, lightly brushing my aching nipples, down my stomach, tracing his fingers around my navel as I whimpered louder. I heard his chuckle in my ear making me gasp. “Poor, poor Kitten, so ready, so wet.” His voice was full of desire, his words brushing over every part of me, my breath coming in pants. His fingers trailed down to my soaked pussy, running lightly over my folds, gathering the wetness that lay there. I arched into him, nails. ‘Hey, the audition’s today!’ ‘Do they need a stunningly handsome gay man to mix up the plot of the show a bit?’ he waggled his dark eyebrows and she laughed. ‘No, but they are casting women 19-29. I’m that age!’ ‘You aren’t really thinking…’ he trailed off. ‘You are thinking about it aren’t you?’ ‘Can you give me a ride, Ash? Please?’ she batted her eyes. ‘If I get this I can pay you all of that back rent I owe you!’ ‘Get in the car!’ he pointed a finger out the door, ‘I could use the money!’. Tim expressed his love for me, but I was reluctant to say the words. We agreed that what we had was special and was enough for now. I thoroughly enjoyed the mid-afternoon heat, but our bodies needed refreshing, so we jumped in the pool. We swam and frolicked and splashed like children. Tim had told me that I would not need much in the way of clothing, and I had taken him at his word. Sandals, hat, bathing suit, robe, shorts, t-shirts, and a little jewelry were all I had brought. The manager.