She pulled her pajama shorts and panties off, revealing the heavenly pink slit, completely shaven. On impulse, I grabbed her and threw her onto the be...d, spreading her legs. Without hesitation, I buried my head into her warm spot, my lips wrapping around her clit - sucking. I kept sucking, sometimes stopping to rub it and watch her arch her back moaning in ecstasy as she played with her nipples. I began sucking again, this time sliding a finger into the incredibly tight hole; I heard her gasp. She had all eyes on her once she took it all off. She was quite limber, and her tricks were amazing. Men and women would throw their cash up to her. They weren’t allowed to touch her, but she could touch them.From her dancing alone, she probably made two grand a night. Angel made most of her better money when she did lap dances. Her very best customers she’d blow and allow to fuck her.Max was quite taken with Angel and soon after became Max’s girl. He’d still allow her to do lap dances and fuck. I had done MY homework.A bit later, it didn't look much better for them. They made us wait in a lousy lobby for half an hour without any explanation, and once we started the only word to correctly describe our counterpart would be slimy. Before we started he reserved our supposed to be CEO and started telling us about himself and his experiences with Hollywood stars. I mostly ignored him but suddenly I started listening." ... started with her at theater on the East coast. She really was a tight. "Clegg understood at once. He'd heard about Renault from Ferrari in Casablanca.According to Ferrari, Lazlo and Ilsa had turned up in Casablanca. There had been some fuss about letters of transit to allow them to leave. Strasser had been there too, looking for the same letters. Strasser had been shot at the airport. The police were still looking for the culprit. They'd been interviewing the usual suspects but without result. Renault and Rick had left shortly afterwards. Ferrari had his own idea.